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FROM   THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED  by  him  to 

THE  LIBRARY  OF 

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PHILAhEL&H'U,  May  24^,  1787, 

'■'THg'^ntf^Xew-Ynk  am 

Philadelphia  did  allow  Dr.  Watts9. 
Imitation  of  David's  Pf alms,  as  re- 
vifed  by  Mr.  Barlow,  to  be  fang  in 
the  churches  and  families  under  their 
care. 


Extracted  from  the  records  of  Synod,  by 
GEORGE  DUFFIELd,  D.  D. 

Stated  Clerk  of  Synod. 


To  the  READER. 

JT  is  acknowledged  by  the  beji  judges  of  the  facred 
•*■  text,  that  the  Book  of  Pfalms,  in  its  original  drefs, 
is  a  collection  of  the  mofl  elevated  and  fublime  Compo- 
sitions that  are  to  be  found  in  any  language  ;  and  it 
has  been  often  lamented,  that  fo  ?nuch  of  the  piety, 
dignity,  and  poetic  excellence  of  the  original  has  been 
loft  in  all  the  attempts  that  have  been  yet  made,  to  give 
us  a  literal  tranftation  of  it  in  EngUJh  verfe.  Many 
Chriftians  have  alfo  wijhed  to  fee  the  fubjiance  of  this 
excellent  Collection  cloathed  in  language  more  adapted  to 
the  brighter  difcoveries  of  the  Go/pel,  and  the  flaie  of 
the  Chrijlian  worfbip  \  that  they  may  be  fung  with  tin- 
derflanding  arid  devotion,  and  thereby  contribute  to  the 
elevation  and  improvement  of  the  Chriflian  temper.—* 
This  has  been  happily  executed  by  the  learned  and  pious 
Dr.  Watts,  and  the  Pfalms  which  he  omitted  have  been 
fupplied  by  Air.  Barlow,  nearly  in  the  fame  fpirit  and 
jtile,  and  all  local  references,  which  were  found  in  Dr. 
Watts' 's  Imitation,  have  been  carefully  altered,  fo  as  to 
render  the  Co?npofttion  better  adapted  to  the  circum/lan- 
ces  cf  Chriftiam  in  every  country. 


N 


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X, 


TABLE    to  find  a  Pfalm  fuited  to  particular  Sub- 
jects or  Occasions, 

If  vou  find  not  the  word  you  feek  in  this  Table,  feek  another  of  the  fame 
nullification;  or,  feek  it  under  fome  of  the  more  general  words,  fuch  as 
God,  Cbrift,  Church,  Saints,  Pfalm,  Prayer,  Frai/e,  Ajniaion,  Grace,  Deliie- 
rance,  Death,  &c. 


ADAM  the  firit  and  fecond,  their 
dominion  8.  afflicted,  pity  to 
them  41,  35.  fupported  55,  14s,  1+6. 
their  prayer  102, 143.  faints  happy  7 3, 
119,  i4th'part,  94. 

Afflictions,  hope  in  them,  42,  tj,  77. 
iupport  and  profit  119,  14th  pa:t.  in- 
ftruction  by  them  94,  119,  isth  part, 
fanclified  94,  ug,  18th  part,  courage 
in  them  119,  17th  part,  removed  by 
prayer  34,  107.  fubmiffion  to  them, 
123,131,39.  In  mind  and  body  143. 
trying  our  graces  66,  119, 17th'  part, 
without  rejection  89;  of  faints  and 
finners  different  94.  gentle  103.  mo- 
derated 125.  very  great  102,  143,  77. 

Aged  faint's  reflection  and  hope  71. 

All-feeing  God  139. 

Angels,  guardian  34.  91.  all  fubject  to 
Chriit  89,  97  praife  the  Lord  103. — 
prefent  in  churches  138. 

Appeal  to  God  againft  perfecutors  7. 
concerning  our  fmcerity  139.  humi- 
lity 131 

Afcenfion  of  Chrift24,  68,  47,  no. 

Affiitance  from  God  144, 133. 

Atheifm  practical  14, 36, 12.  punifhed  ic. 

Attributes  of  God  30,  in,  145,  147. 

Authority  from  God  75,  82. 

B 

BACKSLIDING  foul  in  diftrefs  and 
defer  don  25.  reitored  51  pardon- 
ed 78,  130. 

BleffingofCod  on  thebufmefs  and  com- 
forts of  iife,  127. 

Blefflngs  of  a  family  128,  133.  of  a  na- 
tion 144, 147.  of  the  country  65,  147. 
of  a  perfon  1,  32,  112. 

Blood  or  Chrift  cleaniing  from  fin  51,69. 

Book  of  nature  and  fcripture  19,  119, 
4th  part. 

Brotherly  love  133.  reproof  141. 

Bufinefs  of  life  blefs'd  127. 


c 


*RE  of  God  over  his  faints  34. 
Charity  to  the  poor  37,41,  112. 
andjiiftice  15,  n2.  mixed  with  im- 
precations 35. 


A  2 


Children   praifing  God  8.    made  blef- 

fings  127,  123.  inttructed  3+,  78. 
Chrift  the  fecond  Adam  8.  his  all-fuffi- 
ciency  16.  his  afcenfion  24,  68,  no. 
the  church's  foundation  118.  his  com- 
ing, the  iigns  of  it  12.  his  condeien- 
fion  and  glorification  8.  covenant 
made  with  him  89.  firft  and  fecond 
coming  g6,  97,  98.  the  true  David 
8g»  35-  his  death  and  refurreclion 
22,  16,  69.  the  eternal  Creator  102. 
exalted  to  the  kingdom  2,  21,  8,  72, 
no.  our  example  109.  faith  in  his 
blood  51.  God  and  man  89.  his  God- 
head 102.  our  hope  4,  51.  his  incar- 
nation and  fkcrifice  40.  the  king,  and 
the  church  his  fpoufe  45.  his  king- 
dona  among  the  Gentiles  72,  87, 132. 
his  love  to  enemies  10, 9,  35.  hisma- 
Je"y  97,  so-  his  mediatorial  king- 
dom 89,  no.  his  obedience  and  death 
69.  his  perfon al  glories  and  govern- 
ment 45.  praifed  by  children  8.  prieft 
and  king  no.  his  refurre&ion  on  the 
Lord's  day  1 18.  our  ftrength  and  righ- 
teoufnefs-i.  his  fufferirigs  and  king- 
dom 3.  22,  69.  his  fufierings  for  ciir 
falvation  69.  his  zeal  and  reproach- 
es, ibid. 
Chriitian's  qualifications  15,  24.  church 

madeof  Jews  and  Gentiles  87. 
Church,  itsbeautv  44,48, 122.  the  birth- 
place of  faints  87.  built  on  Jefus  Chrift 
118.  delight  and  fare tv  in  it  27.  de- 
ftruction  of  enemies  proceeds  from 
thence  76.  gathered  and  fettled  132. 
of  the  Gentiles  45,  47.  God  fights 
for  her  46,  10,  20.  God's  prefence 
there  132,84.  God's  fpecial  delight 
87,  132.  God's  garden  92.  going"  to 
it  122.  the  houfe  and  care  of  God  135. 
of  the  Jews  and  Gentiles  87.  its  in- 
creafe  67.  prayer  in  diltrefs  80.  re- 
itored by  prayer  35,  102,  107.  is  the 
fafetv  ai.u  honor  of  a  nation  4?.  the 
fpoufe  of  Chrift  45.  its  worihip  and 
order  48. 
Colonies  planted  107. 
C  .aifort,  holiriefs  and  pardon  4,  32," 
no,  nth  and  12th  parts*  and  fuppcrt 
"n  God  94,  16.  from  ancient  provi- 


VI 


INDEX. 


t'.ence  77,  143.  of  life  bleft  127.  and 
pardon  130. 

Company  of  faints,  i<5,  icq. 

Complaint  of  abfence  from  public  wor- 
ihip 42.  of  iicknefs  6.  defertion  13. 
pride,  atheifm,  oppreilion,  is'c.  10, 
32.  of  temptation  13,  general  102.  of 
quarrelfome  neighbours  120.  of heavy 
afflictions  in  mind&  body  143. 

Companion  of  God  103.  145,  *47. 

Communion  with  faints  106,  133. 

ConfeiEon  of  our  poverty  16.  of  fin, 
repentance  and  pardon  32,   51,   38, 

ISO,    143- 

Confcience,  tender  119,  13th  part,  its 
guilt  relieved  38,32,  51,  130. 

Contention  complained  of  120. 

Convene  with  God,  119,  2d  part,  63. 

Converfion  and  joy  120.  at  the  afcen- 
fion  of  Chrift  no.  of  Jews  and  Gen- 
tiles 87,  106,  96. 

iption  of  manners  general  11,  12. 

Counfeland  fupport  from  God  16,  1 10. 

C  outage  in  death,  16,17,  71-  in  perfecu- 
tion  1 10, 1 7th  part. 

Covenant  made  with  Chrift  39.  of  grace 
unchangeable  89,  106. 

Creation  and  providence  135,  136.  33, 
J04,  147,  1+3. 

C  reatures,  no  truft  in  them  62,  33,  146. 
vr.in,  and  God  all-fufficient  33.  praif- 
mg  God  148. 


DAILY  devotion  55,  139. 
Day  of  humiliation  for  difappoint- 
ments  m  war  60. 
Death  and  vefurre&ion  of  Chrift   16, 
69.   of  faints  and  tinners  17,  37,  4g. 
andfuiferings  of  Chrift  22,  69.  delive- 
rance from  It  31.  and  pride  49.  and 
the  refurrecdon  49,  71,  89.  courage 
in  it  10",  17,  23.  the  effect  of  fin  90. 
1  :e  in  God  3,  121.  and  falvation  in 
God  13.  61. 
Delaying  tinners  warned  93. 
Delight  and  fafety  in  the  church  48, 27, 
84.  in  the  law  of  God  119,  5th,  8th 
&  :Eth  parts.  inGod(53,42,  73,  84, 18. 
Deliverance  begun  and   perfected  es. 
from  defpair  18.   from  deep  diitrefs 
•.e.  from  death  31,  118.  from  op- 
[fion  and  fallehood  56.  from  per- 
flation 53,  94.  by  prayer  34,  40,  13- 
126.  from  ihipwreck  107.  from  Ban- 
der 31.  furpnting  126. 
Defertion  and  diitrefs  of  foul  25, 13,  38, 

■  of  knowledge  119,  9th  part,  of 
holinefs  119,  nth  part,  of  comfort 
and  deliverance  119,  i2t;i  part,  of 
quickening  grace  no,  16th  part. 

itions,   the    church's  fafety   in 

.  .  46. 

iir  and  hope  in  death   17,  49.  de- 
liverance from  it  iy,  130. 
^ evotion daily  55,  134,  14J.  on  a  lick 

Jj>,  6. 

and  pardon  25.  and  ddeuce 
! 


Diitrefs  of  foui  25-  relieved  51,  130. 
Dominion  of  man  over  creatures  3. 
Doubts  and  fears  fuppreffed  3,  31,  143. 
Drunkard  and  glutton  107. 
Duty  to  God  and  man  15,  24. 
Dwelling  with  God,  fee  heaven, church, 
ciTc. 


EDUCATION,  religious  34,  78. 
Egypt's  plagues  105. 
End  of  righteous  and  wicked  1,  37. 
Enemies  overcome  18.  prayed  for  35, 

105.  deftroyed  12,  75,  48. 
Envy  and  unbelief  cured  37,  49. 
Equity  and  wifdom  of  providence  9. 
Evening  pfalm  4,  139,  141.. 
Evidences  of  grace  26.  of  fincerity  18, 

19,  i39- 
Evil  times  12.  neighbours  120.  magif- 

trates  11,  58,  82. 
Exaltation  of  Chritt  to  the  kingdom,  2, 

21,22,69,  72,110. 
Examination  26,  139. 
Exhortations  to  peace  and  holinefs  34. 


FAITH  and  pray  er  of  perfecuted  faints 
35-  in  the  blood  of  Chrift  51,  32. 
in  divine  grace  and  power  62,  130. 

Faithfulnefs  of  God  89,  105,  ill,  145, 
146.  of  man  15,  141. 

Fallehood,  blafphemy,Sifc.  12.  and  op- 
preffion 12,  56. 

Family  government  101.  love  and  wor- 
ship 133.  bleffings  128. 

Fears  and  doubts  fuppreffed  3,  34,  31. 
in  the  worihip  of  God,  89,  99.  of  God 
119,  13th  part. 

Flattery  and  deceit  complained  of  12, 
36. 

Formal  worihip  so. 

Frailty  of  man  89,  90,  144- 

Fretfulnefs  difcouraged  37. 

Friendihip,  its  bleffings  133. 

Funeral  pfalm  89,  90. 


i 


G ENTILES  given  to  Chrift  2,22,  72. 
Church 45,  65,  72,87.  owning  the 
true  God  96,  98,  47. 

Glorification  of  Chrift  8,  45. 

Glory  of  God  in  our  falvation  60.  and 
grace  promifed  84,  97,  89. 

Glutton  78.  and  drunkard  107- 

God  all  in  all  127.  all-furficient  16,  33. 
his  being,  attributes  and  providence 
36,  65,  147.  his  care  of  faints  7,  34. 
his  creation  and  providence  33,  104, 
&c.  our  defence  and  falvation  3,  61, 
33,  115.  eternal,  and  fovereign  and 
holy  93.  eternal,  and  man  mortal  90, 
102. faithfulnefs  105, 111,89-  glorified, 
and  tinner  laved,  69.  goodoefe  and 
mercy  145,  103.  goodnefs  and  truth 
145, 146.  governing  power  and  good- 
nefs 66.  great  and  good  144.  68,  14.', 
1+7.  the  judge  9,  so,  y.  kind  to  Ids 
:  y6.  his  majefty  97-  *"d 
I'cenlion  113,  114-   mercy  *:.d 


I 


N  D 


E  X. 


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truth  36, 103, 136, 89,  i4S-  made  man 
8.  of  nature  and  grace  6s.  his  perfec- 
tions 1 1 1 , 36, 145 , 14; •  our  portion ,  and 
Chrift  our  hope  4.  our  portion  here  and 
hereafter  73.  his  power  and  majefty 
68,  89,  93,  96.  praifed  by  children  8. 
ourpreferver  121,  138.  p'refent  in  his 
churches  84, 46.  our  (hepherd  23.  his 
fovereignty  and  goodneis  to  man  8, 
1 13, 144.  ourfupport  and  comfort  94. 
fupreme  governor  82,  93,  75-  his  ven- 
geance and  companion  68,  97.  un- 
changeable 8g,  111.  his  univerfal  do- 
minion 103.  his  wifdom  in  his  works 
111,  129.  worthy  of  all  praife  14s, 
146,  150. 

Good  works  15,  24,  112.  profit  men, 
not  God  16. 

Goodnefs  of  God  8,  103,  m,  145,  146. 

Gofpel,  its  glory  and  fuccefs  19,  45,  no. 
joyful  found  89,  98.  worihip  and  or- 
der 48. 

Government  of  Chrift  45.  from  God  75. 

Grace,  its  evidences,  or  felf-examina- 
tion  26,  139.  above  riches  144.  with- 
out merit  16, 32.  of  Chrift  45,  72.  and 
providence  33,  36, 13s,  136,  147-  pre- 
ferving  and  reftoring  138.  truth  and 
protection  57.  tried  by  affliction  17, 
66 ,  125.  and  glory  84,  97.  pardoning 
130. 

Guilt  of  confcience  relieved  33,  32,  51, 

130. 

H 

HARVEST  65,  126,  147. 
Health,  ficknefs,  and  recovery  6, 
30,  31-  prayed  for  6,   38,  39- 

Heart  known  to  God  139. 

Hearing  of  prayer,  and  falvation  4,  10, 
60,  102. 

Heaven  of  feparate  fouls  17.  the  faint's 
dwelling-place  24. 

Hoiinefs,  pa'rdon  and  comfort  4.  deni- 
ed 119,  nth  part. 

Hope  in  darknefs  13,  77,  143.  of  refur- 
rection  16,  71.  anddefpair  in  death  17, 
49.  and  prayer  27.  for  victory  20.  and 
direction  42. 

Hofannaofthe  children  3.  for  the  Lord's 
day  us. 

Humiliation  cay  10,  60. 

Humility  and  fubmifiion  131,  139. 

Hypocrites  and  hypocrily  12,  50^ 

I 

TDOLATRY  reproved  115,  135. 

A  Jehovah  68,  83-  reigns  g3,  96,  97. 

Jews,  fee  Ifrael. 

Imprecations  and  charity  35. 

Incarnation  96,  97,  98.  and  facrifice  of 
Chrift  40. 

Infants  139.  fee  children. 

Inftruction  from  God  25.  from  fcripture 
iJ9,  4th  and  ?th  parts,  in  piety  34. 

Iriftructive  afflictions  94. 

Intemperance  punifhed  78.  and  pardon- 
ed, 107. 

Joy  of  converfion  126. 

Ifrael  faved  from  the  Aflvrians  76.  faved 
from  Egypt  3  and  brought  to  Canaan 


135?  1365  77»  *Q5>  107.  rebellion  and 
punifhment  78.  punilhed  and  par- 
doned 106,  107.  travels  in  the  wil- 
dernefs  1C7,  H4- 

Judgment  and  mercy  9,  68.  day  1,  50, 
96,  97,  98,  149.  feat  of  God  9. 

Juftice  of  providence  9.  and  truth  to- 
wards men  15. 

Juitirication  free  32,  130. 


K 

NOWLEDGE  defired  19,  119,  9th 
part. 


K 


LAW  of  God,  delight  in  it  119. 
Liberality  rewarded  41,  112. 

Life  and  riches  their  vanity  49.  ihort 
and  feeble  89,  90,  144. 

Longing  after  God  63,  42. 

Lord's-day  pfalm  29,  118.  morning  5, 
19,  63. 

Love  to  our  neighbours  15.  of  Chrift  to 
finners  3  s,  of  God  better  than  life  63. 
of  God  unchangeable  106,  89.  to  ene- 
mies 109,  35.  brotherly  133. 

Luxury  puniihed  7s.  and  pardoned  107. 

M 

MAGISTRATES  warned  58,82.  qua- 
lifications 101.  railed  and  depof- 
ed  75. 

Majefty  of  God  68.  fee  God. 

Man,  his  vanity  as  mortal  39,  89,  90, 
144.  dominion  over  creatures  8.  mor- 
tal and  Chrift  eternal  102.  wonderful 
formation  139. 

Marriage  myftical  45. 

Matter  of  a  family  101. 

Melancholy  reproved 42.  and  hope  77. 
removed  126. 

Mercies  common  and  fpecial  68,  103. 
fpiritual  and  temporal  103.  Innume- 
rable 139.  Everlafting  136.  Recorded 
107V  and  truth  of  God  36^  103,  89, 
136,  145,  146. 

Merit  difclaimed  16. 

Midnight  thoughts  63,  I39jii9»  Sth  and 
6th  parts. 

Minifters  ordained  132. 

Miracles  in  the  wildernefs  114. 

Morning  pfalm  3,  141.  of  a  fabbath  j3 
19?  63- 

Mortality  of  man  39,  49,  90.  and  hope 
89.  and  God's  eternity  90,  102. 

N 

NATION'S  fafety  is  the  church  48. 
profperity67, 144.  blefs'dand  pu- 
niihed 107. 
National  deliverance  67,  75,    76,   124, 
126.  defolations,  the  church's  fafety 
and  triumph  in  them  46. 
Nature  of  man  139. 

O 

OBEDIENCE,  fincei 
better  than  fkcriii 
Old  age,   death  go.   and  r 
17,  89; 


re  3s,  18,  i3<£9BMj 

lice  50. 

,nd  refurrection      \ 


VI 11 


INDEX. 


PARDON,  holinefs  and  comfort  4.  of 
backiliding  78.  and  direction  25. 
and  repentance  prayed  for  38.  and 
confeflion  32.  of  original  and  actual 
fin  51. 
Patience  under  afflictions  3g.  under  per- 
fections 37,  44.  in  darknefs  775.130, 

Peace  and  holinefs  encouraged  34.  with 
men  denied  120 

Perfections  of  God  in,  145,  147,  36. 

Perfecuted  faints  35,  44,  74,  so,  83. 

Persecution,  deliverance  from  it  7,  53, 
94.  courage  in  it  119,  17th  part. 

Persecutors  puniihed  7,  129,  149.  their 
folly  14.  complained  of  35,  44,  74, 
so,  83.  deliverance  from  them  94, 
9,  10. 

Perfeverance  138.  in  trials  119,  17th 
part. 

Peftilence,  preservation  in  it  91. 

Piety,  inttructlons  therein  34. 

Pitv'to  the  afflicted  41.  See  chanty, 
God. 

Pleading  without  repining  39, 123.  the 
promifes  ng,  10th  part. 

Poor,  charity  to  them  15,  37,  41,  112. 

Portion  of  faints  and  iinners  u,  17,  37. 

Poverty  confefled  16. 

Practical  atheiSm  14,  36. 

Praife  to  God  from  children  8.  for  cre- 
ation and  provdence  33,  104.  to  our 
Creator  100.  from  all  creatures  148. 
for  eminent  deliverances  34,  118.  ge- 
neral 86,  14;,  150.  for  the  gofpel  98. 
fur  health  reftored  30,  116.  "for  hear- 
ing prayer  66,  102.  to  Jefus  Chrift  45. 
from  all  nations  117.  and  praver,  pu- 
blic 65.  for  protection,  grace,  and 
truth  57.  for  providence  and  gracege. 
for  rain  6-,  147.  from  the  faints  149, 
150.   for  temporal  blefiings  68,  147. 

Prayer  heard  4,  34,  65,  66.  in  time  of 
war  20.  and  hope  of  victory  20.  praife, 
public 65.  andhope27.  in  the  church's 
di'Arefs  80.  heard,  and  Zion  reitored 
T02.  and  praife  for  deliverance  34. 

Preserving  grace  138. 

Preservation  in  public  dangers  46,  91, 
112.   daily  121. 

Pride  and  atheifm,  and  oppreflion  pu- 
niihed 10,  12.  dna  death  49. 

Priefthood  of  Chrift  51,  no- 

Princes  vain  62,  146. 

Profeffion  of  fincerity  and  repentance, 
&c.  119,  3d  part.  !'■;.  falfe  50. 

Promifes  and.  threatenings  81.  pleaded 
119,  roth  part. 

Prosperity  dangerous  55,  73- 

Prosperous  Gnners  curfed  57,  43,  73- 

Protection,  truth,  and  grace  57.  by  day 
and  night  i2( 

Provii  and  equity  9. 

and  creal  i  1  >.  and  grate 

26,  1.17.  ,-,■  iod  36.  its 

m  :?,  78, 

^-^107.  in  air,  earth,  and  fea  :;    65,  iy, 

fI04,  i  . 
.  for  old  age  7'> 


for  hufbandmen  65.  for  a  funeral  ?,p, 
90.  for  the  Lord's  day  92.  before  pray- 
er 95.  before  fermon  ibid,  for  magis- 
trates 101.  for  householders  101.  for 
mariners  107.  for  gluttons  and  drun- 
kards 107. 

Public  praife  for  private  mercies  116, 
118.  for  deliverance  124.  v.orlhip  at- 
tended on  122.  prayer  and  praife  65, 
84. 

Punithment  of  Sinners  1,  n,  \j. 


Qj 


Unifications  ot  a  Chriftian  15,  24. 
Quickening  grace  119,  16th  part. 


RAIN  from  heaven  13s,  65*  147. 
Recovery  from  licknefs  6,  30,  116. 
Relative  duties  15,  133- 
Religion  and  jultice  15.   in  words  and 

deeds  37. 
Religious  education  34,  78. 
Remembrance  of  former  deliverances 

77,  143- 
Repentance,  contefTion,  and  pardon  32. 

and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Chrift  si- 
Reproach  removed  31,  37. 
Resignation  39,  123,  131. 
Resolutions,  holy  ng,  15th  part. 
Reftoring  grace  138,  23. 
Reiurrection  and  death  of  Chriit  2,  16. 

of  the  faints  16,  17,  49,71.  and  death 

49,  71,  89. 
Reverence  in  worth ip  89,  99. 
Riches,  their  vanity  49.  compared  with 

grace  144. 
Righteoufnefs  from  Chrift  71. 


SACRIFICE  40,   51,  69.  incarnation 
of  Chrift  40. 

Safety  in  public  dangers  91.  in  God  61. 
and  deiight  in  the  ihurch  27. 

Saints  happy,  and  tinners  curfed  1,  11, 
119,  lit  part,  the  beft  company  16, 
characterized  15,24.  dwell  in  heaven 
15,  24.  puniihed  and  Saved  78,  106. 
God's  care  of  them  34.  reward  at  lait 
SO,  9c,  92.  patience  and  world's  ha- 
tred 37.  chaftifed,  and  Sinners  de- 
ftroyed  94.  die,  but  Chriit  lives  102. 
puniihed  and  pardoned  106,  107.  af- 
flictions moderated  125-  judging  the 
world  149. 

Salvation  of  faints  10.  and  triumph  18. 
and  defence  in  God  62.  by  Chrift 
69.  85. 

Sanctified  afflictions  119,  lait  part  94- 

Satan  fubdued  3,  6,  I  j. 

Scripture  cprhpared  with  nature  19, 
119,  7th  part,  inflruction  from  it  119, 
4th  part,  delight  ii  :;  119, 
18th  parts,  holinefijand  comfort  from 
it  119,  6th  part,  variety  and  excel- 
1 19.,  8th  part. 

:ar  65,  147. 
107. 
1  119,  2d  part.  34. 

Seeking  Gcioj,  27-. 


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E  X. 


IX 


Self-examination,   or   evidences   of 

grace  26,  139- 
Separate  fouls,  heaven  of  17. 
Sickbed  devotion  6,  38,  39,  116. 
Sicknefs  healed  e,  30,  116. 
Signs  of  Chrift's  coming  12,  96,  &c. 
Sin  of  nature  14.  original  and  aftual, 

confefled  and  pardoned  51.   univer- 

fal  14. 
Sincerity  ,19,  26,  32,  139.  proved  and 

rewarded  18.  profefled  119,  3d  part. 
Sins  of  the  tongue  12,  34,  50. 
Slander,  deliverance  from  it  31, 12c 
Souls  in  a  feparate  ftate  17,  146, 150. 
Spirit  given  at  Chrifi's  afcenfion  cs.  his 

teaching  defired  1T9, 9th  part,  51. 
Spiritual  enemies  overcome  3,  18,  144. 

bleffingsand  puniihment  81. 
Spring  ot  the  year  65.  and  fummer  6s, 

104   and  winter  147. 
Strength,  repentance  and  pardon,  pray- 
ed "for  38.  of  grace  138. 
Submiffion   123,   131.   to  Chrift  2.  to 

ficknefs  39. 
Sufferings  and  death  of  Chrift  22.  and 

kingdom  of  Chrift  2,  22,  69,  no. 
Support  and  counfel  from  God  16.  for 

the  afflicted  and   tempted  55.   and 

comfort  in  God  94,  119,  14th  part. 


TEMPTATIONS  overcome  3,  18.  in 
ficknefs  6. 
Thanks,  public,  for  private  mercies 

116,  na. 
Threatenings  and  promifes  81. 
Thunder  arid  ltorm  29,  13s,  136,  148. 
Times,  evil,  n,  12. 
Tongue  governed  34,  39. 
Truli  in  the  creatures  vain  62,  :4s, 


VANITY  of  man  as  mortal  39,  89^ 
144.  of  life  and  riches  40. 
Vengeance  and  companion  68.  againft 

the  enemies  of  the  church  76,  149. 
Vineyard  of  God  wafted  80. 
Unbelief  and  envy  cured  37.  punifhed 

95- 
Unchangeable  God  89,  in. 
Vows  paid  in  the  church  116.  of  holi- 

nefs  119, 1 5th  part. 

W 

WAR,  prayer  in  time  of  it  20.  dis- 
appointments therein  60.  vic- 
tory 18.  fpiritual  18,  144. 

Warnings  of  God  to  his  people  81. 

Watchfulnefs  19,  141.  over  the  tongue 
39- 

Weather  65,  107,  135,  i47>  148. 

Wickednefs  of  man  14,  36,  si. 

Winter  and  fummer  147. 

Wifdom  and  equity  of  providence  9. 
of  God  in  his  works  in. 

Works  of  creation  and  providence  104, 
147,  148.  and  grace  19,  33>m>  i3S» 
136.  good  works  profit  men,  not  God 
16. 

World's  hatred  and  faints  patience  37. 

Worfbip  and  order  of  the  gofpel  48. 
delight  in  it  84.  with  reverence  89, 
99.  daily  5s,  134, 141.  in  a  family  133. 
public  63. 84,  122, 132.  Abfence  from 
it  63. 

Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment* 
featp. 


ZEAL  and  prudence  39, 
Zion  its  citizens  15. 


THE 

PSALMS    of    DAVID 

IMITATED    IN     THE    LANGUAGE    OF     THE 

NEW    TESTAMENT. 


PSALM    I.     Common  Metre. 
The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 
i  T) LE S  S 'D  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place 
J3  Where  finners  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  fcoffer's  feat ; 

2  But  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight  ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 
[3  He,  like  a  plant  of  generous  kind 
By  living  waters  {ety 
Safe  from  the  ftorms  and  blafting  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  ft  ate.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair, 

Shall  his  profeffion  mine  ; 

While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 

Like  clufters  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  fo  th'  impious  and  unjuft  ; 

What  vain  deligns  they  form ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  duft, 
Or  chaff,  before  the  ftorm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  ihall  not  ftand 

Among  the  fons  of  grace, 
When  Chrift,  the  judge,  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 


12  PSALMS. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 
His  heart  approves  it  well ; 
But  crooked  ways  of  finners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM     I.      Short  Metre. 

The  faint  happy,  the  /inner  miferable. 

1  fTT^HE  man  is  ever  blefs'd 

JL     Who  fhuns  the  Tinner's  ways, 
Among  their  councils  never  ilands, 
Nor  takes  the  fcorner's  place ; 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  ftudy  and  delight, 
Amidft  the  labours  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  mall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root: 
Frem  as  the  leaf  his  name  mail  live, 
His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit. 

4.  Not  fo  th'  ungodly  race, 

They  no  fuch  blefiings  find  : 
Their  hopes  (hall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  ftand 

Before  that  judgment-feat, 
Where  all  the  faints  at  ChrifVs  right  hand 
In  full  aflembly  meet  ? 

6  He  knows,  and  he  approves, 

The  way  the  righteous  go  ; 
But  finners,  and  their  works,  mail  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 

PSALM     I.      Long  Metre. 
The  difference  between  the  righteous  and  the  wicked, 
I   *      f"APPY  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet 
X  JL   Shun  the  broad  way  that  finners  go, 
Who  hates  the  place  where  Atheifts  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcofTers  do. 


PSALMS.  t3 

2  He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning-light 

Amongfr  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord ; 
And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night 

With  pleafure,  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 

3  He;  like  a  plant  by  gentle  dreams, 

Shall  flouriih  in  immortal  green ; 

And  Heav'n  will  mine  with  kindeit  beams 

On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  finners  find  their  councils  crofs'd  ; 

As  chaff  before  the  tempefr.  flies, 
So  mall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft. 

When  the  lair  trumpet  makes  the  fides. 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  to  ftand 

In  judgment  with  the  pious  race  ; 
The  dreadful  judge,  with  ftern  command, 
Divides  him  to  a  difPrent  place. 

6  "  Strait  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trode, 

"  I  blefs'd  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain, 
"  But  you  would  chufe  the  crooked  road, 
"  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain." 

PSALM     II.     Short  Metre. 
Translated  according  to  the  divine  pattern, 

Acts  iv.  24,  &fc 
Chrlft  dying,  rifing,  interceding^  and  reigning. 
[1   "^/TAKER  and  foreign  Lord 
JLVA.   Of  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 

2  The  things  fo  long  foretold 

By  David,  are  fulfill'd  ; 
When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 
Jefus,  thine  holy  child.] 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 

And  Jews,  with  one  accord, 
Bend  all  their  counfels  to  deftrov 
Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 
B 


14  PSALMS. 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 

To  form  a  vain  defign  ; 
Againft  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  unite, 
Againft  his  Chrift  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 

And  will  fupport  his  throne  ; 

He  that  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 

Hath  own'd  him  for  his  Son. 

PAUSE. 

6  Now  he 's  afcended  high, 

To  rule  the  fubjecr.  earth  ; 
The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 

7  Beneath  his  fov 'reign  fway 

The  Gentile  nations  bend  ; 
Far  as  the  world's  remoteft  bounds 
His  kingdom  mail  extend. 

8  The  nations  that  rebel 

Mult  feel  his  iron  rod'; 
He'll  vindicate  thofe  honours  well 
Which  he  receiv'd  from  God. 

[9  Be  wife,  ye  rulers,  now, 

And  worfhip  at  his  throne  ; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 
To  God's  exalted  Son. 

10  If  once  his  wrath  arife, 

Ye  perifh  on  the  place  : 
Then  blefled  is  the  foul  that  flies 
For  refuge  to  his  grace. 

PSALM     II.     Common  Metre, 

1   "T  T  THY  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 
\y      The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  caft  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 


PSALMS.  XS 

2  The  Lord,  that  fits  above  the  fides. 

Derides  their  rage  below, 
He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  ftrikes  their  fpirits  through. 

3  «  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  ; 
"  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 

"  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  "  Aik  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

"  The  outmoil  heathen  lands  : 
«  Thy  rod  of  iron  fhall  deftroy 
"  The  rebel  that  withftands." 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth. 

Obey  th'  anointed  Lord  : 

Adore  the  King  of  heav'nly  birth, 

And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne, 

For  if  he  frown  ye  die  ; 

Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone, 

Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM     II.     Long  Metre. 

Chrlffs  deaib^  refurrefiion^  and  afcenfion. 

i   TlfHY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  ? 
VV      ^ne  Romans  why  their  fwords  employ 
Againft  the  Lord  ?  their  powers  engage 
His  dear  Anointed  to  deftroy  ? 

2  "  Come,  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay  : 

"  This  man  mail  never  give  us  laws  :" 
And  thus  they  caft  his  yoke  away, 

And  nail'd  the  monarch  to  the  crofs. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 

Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controuls  ; 
He'll  fmite  their  heart  with  inward^pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 


_ 


i6  PSALMS, 

4  u  I  will  maintain  the  King  I  made 
"  On  Zion's  everlafting  hill, 
u  My  hand  fhall  bring  him  from  the  dead, 

"  And  he  mail  ftand  your  Sov'reign  ftill." 
[5  Kis  wondrous  riling  from  the  earth 

Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  ; 
The  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth  : 
"  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  "  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand, 

"  There  thou  fhalt  afk,  and  I  beftow, 
"  The  utmoft  bounds  of  heathen  lands  ; 

"  To  thee  their  fuppliant  tribes  fhall  bow."] 

7  But  nations  that  refifl  his  grace 

Shall  fall  beneath  his  lifted  rod  ; 
His  arm  fhall  crufh  th'  impious  race 

That  dare  provoke  th'  avenging  God. 

PAUSE. 

8  Nov/,  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord,  the  Lamb  ; 
Now  to  his  fe^t  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 

Left  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  : 
His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  iraknown, 
His  love  gives  life  above  the  fey. 

10  His  ftorms  fhall  quell  the  flubborn  foe, 

And  fink  his  honours  in  the  duft  ; 
Happy  the  fouls  their  God  that  know, 

And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 

P  S  A  L  M     III.     Common  Metre. 
Doubts  and  fear*  fuppreffid  \  or,  God  cur  defence  from 

fin  and  Satan. 
1    li   /TY  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  ! 
JJV  X    How  fail  my  foes  increafe  ! 
Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 

y  break  my  prefent  peace. 


P  S  A  L  M  S.  17 

2  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 

There's  no  relief  in  Heav'n, 
And  all  "my  growing  fins  appear 
Too  great  to  be  forgiv'n. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory,  and  my  ftrength, 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 
Shalt  filence  all  my  threat'ning  guilt, 
And  raife  my  drooping  head. 

[4  I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 
He  bow'd  a  lift'ning  ear  ; 
I  cali'd  my  Father,  and  my  God, 
And  he  fubdu'd  my  fear. 

5  He  fhed  foft  {lumbers  on  mine  eyes, 

In  fpite  of  all  my  foes  ; 
I  'woke,  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repofe.] 

6  What  though  the  holts  of  death  and  hell, 

Ail  arm'd,  againft  me  flood  ; 
Terrors  no  more  mall  make  my  foul  ; 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

7  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 

While  I  thy  glory  fing  : 
My  God  has  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth. 
And  death  has  lofi  his  fting. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

His  arm  alone  can  fave  ; 
Bleilings  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

P  S  A  L  M    III.    ver.   1,-5,  8.     Long  Metre, 

A  morning  pfalm. 

LORD,  how  many  are  my  foes. 
In  this  weak  (rate  of  Rcih  and  blood  ! 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe, 

But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God.  * 


*8  PSALM  S. 

2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 

To  thee  I  rais'd  an  ev'ning  cry  ; 
Thou  heard'ft  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  aid, 

I  laid  me  down,  and  flept  fecure  ; 
Not  death  mould  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Tho'  I  mould  wake  and  rife  no  more. 

4  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night  ; 

Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 
He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light, 

And  makes  his  praife  my  morning  fong. 

PSALM  IV.  ver.  i,  2,  3,  5,  6,  7.     Long  Metre. 

Hearing  of prayer ;  or,  God  our  portion,  and  Cbri/i 
our  hope. 

f    /~\  GOD  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs, 
\^S   Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  ; 
Thou  haft  enlarged  me  in  diftrefs, 

Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  fons  of  men,  in  vain  ye  try 

To  turn  my  glory  into  fhame  ; 
How  long  will  fcoffers  love  to  lie, 

And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 

From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide  : 
He  hears  and  pities  their  complaints, 

For  the  dear  fake  of  Chriff.  that  died. 

4  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 

A  thoufand  works  of  righteoufnefs, 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 

And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 

"  Who  will  beftow  fome  earthly  good  ?" 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  ; 
Our  fouls  defire  this  heav'nly  food. 


PSALM  S.  19 

6  Then  mall  my  cheerful  pow'rs  rejoice 
At  grace  divine,  and  love  (o  great, 
Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 

For  all  their  wealth  and  boafted  ftate. 

PSALM  IV.  ver.  3,  4,  5,  8.     Common  Metre. 
An  eve-ning  pfalm. 

1  X     ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  J 
\_j  I  am  for  ever  thine  ; 

I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

2  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  bus'nefs  free, 
'Tis  fweet  converging  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  iacrifice  ; 

And,  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace, 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  fieep  ; 
Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  (lumbers  keep. 

PSALM     V.     Common   Metre. 
For  the   Lord's  day  morning. 

1  X     ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  malt  hear 
JL/  My  voice  afcending  high  ; 

To  thee  will  I  diredfc  my  pray'r, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrift  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
Prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  fongs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  fight 

The  wicked  mall  not  ftand  3 

Sinners  {hal!  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 


¥3  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 

To  tafte  thy  mercies  there ; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  gu?de  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteoufnefs  ! 
Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  ftraight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

PAUSE. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  aftray ; 
They  flatter,  with  a  bafe  defign, 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crufh  the  ferpent  in  the  dufr, 

And  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 
While  thofe  that  in  thy  mercy  truft, 
For  ever  fhout  for  joy. 

8  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 

Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfill  'd  : 
The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
With  favour  as  a  ihieid. 

P  S  A  L  M     VI.     Common   Metre. 

Complaint  in  ficknejs  ;    or,    Difeafes  healed. 

i    TN  finger,  Lord,  do  not  chafKfe, 
Withdraw  the  dreadful  ftorm, 
Ncr  let  thine  awful  wrath  arife 
Againft  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  foul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 

My  flem  with  pain  opprefs'd, 
My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days  : 

I  v/afte  the  night  with  cries, 
And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pais, 
'Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 


PSALMS,  21 

4  Shall  I  be  ftill  tormented  more  ? 

My  eyes  confum'd  with  grief? 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long,  before 
Thine  hand  affords  relief  ? 

5  He  hears  his  mourning  children  fpeak, 

He  pities  all  our  groans, 
He  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake. 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  fov'reign  word 

Reftores  our  fainting  breath ; 
For  fllent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

P  S  A  L  M     VI.     Long  Metre. 
Temptations  in  ficknefs  overcome. 

1  "       ORD,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 

t  j  When  thou  with  kindnefs  doft  chaflife ; 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  againfl  me  rife  ! 

2  Pity  my  languifhing  eflate, 

And  eafe  the  forrows  that  I  feel ; 

The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 

O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal  ! 

3  See  how  in.  flghs  I  pafs  my  days, 

And  wafte  in  groans  the  weary  night : 
My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears ; 

My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fight. 

4  Look  how  the  pow'rs  of  nature  mourn  ! 

How  long,  almighty  God,  how  long  ? 
When  mail  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 

When  mail  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

5  I  feel  my  flem  fo  near  the  grave, 

My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair  j 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  duff,  and  filence  there. 


22  PSALMS. 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  foul, 

And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart ; 
My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 

Will  eafe  my  flefh,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

PSALM     VJI.     Common  Metre. 

God's  care  of  his  people,  and  punijhment  of  perf editors. 

i   T^  flj~Y  truft  is  in  my  heav'nly  friend, 
_LyJL   My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  : 
Rife,  and  my  helplefs  life  defend 

From  thofe  that  feek  my  blood. 

2  With  infolence  and  fury  they 

My  foul  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliv'rer's  near. 

3  If  e'er  my  pride  provok'd  them  firfl, 

Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  dull, 
And  lay  my  honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  found  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes  ; 
I  mould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 

Their  pride  and  power  controul ; 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deiiv'rance  for  my  foul. 
PAUSE. 
[6  Let  finners,  and  their  wicked  rage, 
Be  humbled  to  the  dull ; 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  juft  ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 

He  will  defend  th'  upright : 
His  fharpeft  arrows  he  ordains 
Againft  the  fons  of  fpite. 


PSALMS.  23 

8  Tho',  leagu'd  in  guile,  their  malice  fprea^d 
A  fnare  before  my  way, 
Their  mifchiefs  on  their  impious  heads 
His  vengeance  fhall  repay.] 

g  That  cruel  perfecuting  race 

Muft  feel  his  dreadful  fword : 
Awake,  my  foul,  and  praife  the  gracs 
And  juftice  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM     VIIL     Short  Metre. 

God's  fovereignty  and  goodnefs^  and  man's  dominion  over 
the  creatures. 

1  f~\  LORD,  our  heav'nly  king, 
\^J  Thy  name  is  all  divine  5 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread. 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  fhine. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 

I  raife  my  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  fee  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darkfome  Ikies  : 

3  When  I  furvey  the  ftars, 

And  all  their  fhining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing, 
A-kin  to  dure,  and  v/orms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 

That  thou  fhould'ft  love  him  fo  ? 
Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 

While  beafts,  like  Haves,  obey, 
And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 
And  flfh  that  cleave  the  fea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 

And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  : 
Of  duft  and  worms  thy  pow'r  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praife. 


24  PSAL  M  S. 

[7  From  mouths  of  feeble  babes 

And  fucklings,  thou  canil  draw 
Surprifing  honours  to  thy  name, 

And  ftrike  the  world  with  awe. 

8  O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  king, 
Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  mine. 

PSALM     VIII.     Common  Metre. 
ChriJVs  condefcenfion  and  glorification ;  or,  God  made  man, 

1  /~\  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
V_^  Is  thine  exalted  name  ? 

The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 

The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
And  mining  ftars  that  grace  the  iky, 
Thofe  moving  v/orlds  of  light — 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
That  thou  mould'ft  vifit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  mould  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  fave  a  dying  worm. 

[5  Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown, 
And  men  would  not  adore, 
Behold  obedient  nature  own 

His  godhead  and  his  pow'r. 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  fcct^ 
And  nfh,  at  his  command, 
Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter's  net, 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 


P  S  A  L  M  S.  25 

7  Thefe  leffer  glories  of  the  Son 

Shone  thro'  the  flefhly  cloud ; 
^  Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
And  men  confefs  him  God.] 

8  Let  him  with  majeity  be  crown'd, 

Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 
And  his  eternal  honours  found 

From  all  things  that  have  breath. 

9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

P  S  A  L  M     VIII.     ver.   1,  2,  paraphrafed. 

Firfr.  part.     Long  Metre. 

The  bofanna  of  the  children  ;    or,   Infants  praifmg  God. 

1  A    LMIGHTY  ruler  of  the  ikies, 

Xx.  Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 

O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 

Their  founding  notes  of  honour  raife  ; 
And  babes,  with  uninftrucfced  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

3  Thy  pow'r  amfls  their  tender  age 

To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
To  ftill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidit  thy  temple  throng 

To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face ; 
The  Son  of  David  is  their  fong, 

And  loud  hofarinas  fill  the  place. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  prieits 

In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring  -, 
Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  breafts, 

While  Jewifh  babes  proclaim  their  king, 


26  PSALMS. 

P  S  A  L  M     VIII.     ver.  3,  &c.  paraphrafed. 
Second  part.     Long  Metre. 

Adam  and  Chrijl^  Lords  of  the  old  and  new  creation, 

1  "       ORD,  what  was  man  when  made  at  nrft, 
\  j  Adam,  the  offspring  of  the  duft, 

That  thou  mould'rt  fet  him  and  his  race 
But  juft  below  an  angel's  place. 

2  That  thou  mould 'ft  raife  his  nature  fo, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below, 
Make  ev'ry  beaft  and  bird  fubmit, 
And  lay  the  fifties  at  his  feet. 

3  But  O  !   what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  ftate  ! 
What  honours  fhall  thy  fon  adorn, 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ? 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made ; 
Behold  him  number'd  with  the  dead, 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin : 
But  he  fhall  reign  with  pow'r  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  miseries  that  attend  the  fall, 
New-made,  and  glorious,  fhall  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM     IX.     Firft  part.     Common  Metre, 
Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment-feat. 

1  "\  U  7"ITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong, 

V  V      Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thou  fov'reign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong, 
Wilt  put  thy  foes  to  fhame. 

2  I'll  fing  thy  majefty  and  grace  ; 

My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  his  veno-eance  known. 


PSAL  M  8.  27 

3  Then  mall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  the  poor  opprefs'd ; 
To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  reft. 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  truft 

In  thy  abundant  grace  : 
For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  juft, 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word, 
Whofe  works  his  grace  fulfil. 

PSALM     IX.     ver.   12.     Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  zvifdom  and  equity  of  providence. 

1  "I I7HEN  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  aridjm% 

YY      Shall  once  enquire  for  blood, 
The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in  duft 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 

Does  his  own  children  raife  ; 
In  Zion's  gates,  with  cheerful  breath3 
They  ling  their  Father's  praife. 

3  His  foes  mail  fall,  with  heedlefs  k^ 

Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 
And  finners  perilh  in  the  net 

That  their  own  hands  have  fpread. 

4  Thus,  by  thy  judgment,  mighty  God, 

Are  thy  deep  counfels  known- ; 
.     When  men  of  mifchief  are  deftroy'd 
In  fnares  that  were  their  own. 

PAUSE. 

5  The  wicked  mall  fink  down  to  hell  ; 

Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands, 
That  dare  forget  thee,  cr  rebel 

Againft  thy  known  commands. 


28  PSALMS. 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought, 
And  wait  and  long  complain, 
Their  cries  fhall  never  be  forgot, 
'Nor  fhall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

[7  Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat, 
To  judge  and  fave  the  poor  -, 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
And  man  prevail  no  more. 

8  Thy  thunder  fhall  affright  the  proud, 
And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
Make  them  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 
And  they  but  feeble  men.] 

'PSALM     X.     Common  Metre. 

Prayer  beard,  and  faints  faved ;  or,  Pride,  atbeifm,  and 
cpprejjion  punijhed. 

For  a  humiliation  day. 

1  lirHY  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far, 

V  V     -And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  ? 

2  Lord,  fhall  the  .wicked  ftill  deride 

Thy  juftice  and  thy  laws  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride,' 
And  flight  the  righteous  caufe. 

3  They  can:  thy  judgments  from  their  fight, 

And  then  infult  the  poor  ; 
They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  fhall  fall  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 

v  Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
No  enemy  fhall  dare  to  ftand 

When  God  afcends  on  high. 


PSALM  S.  29 

PAUSE. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 

And  fay,  with  fooiifh  pride, 
"  The  God  of  heav'n  will  ne'er  engage 
"  To  fight  on  Zion's  fide/' 

6  But  thou  forever  art  our  Lord, 

And  pow'rful  is  thine  hand, 

As  when  the  heathens  felt  thy  fword, 

And  periih'd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 

And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear  ; 

Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 

And  free  thy  faints  from  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  mall  no  more  opprefs, 

No  more  defpife  the  jure  ; 
And  mighty  finners  man  con/efs 
They  are  but  earth  and  dull. 

PSALM     XI.     Long  Metre. 
God  loves  the  righteous  and  hates  the  wicked. 

1  Ti  /f"Y  refuge  is  the  God  of  love, 
XVjL   Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
"'Fly  like  a  timorous  trembling  dove, 

"  To  diftant  woods  or  mountains  fly." 

2  If  government  be  once  deflroy'd, 

(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  make  juftice  void, 

Where  mall  the  righteous  feek  redrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne, 
His  eye  furveys  the  world  below  \ 


To  him  ail  mortal  things  are  kn 


5  = 


i  own, 


His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 
4  If  he  aifli&s  his  faints  fo  for, 

To  prove  their  love,  and  try  their  grace, 
What  may  the  bold  tranfgrenors  fear  ? 
His.  foul  abhors  their  wicked  ways, 
C  2 


3©  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  mall  rain 

Sulphureous  flames  of  wafting  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 

6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls,        * 

Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  are  fincere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

P  S  A  L  M     XII.      Long  Metre. 

The  faints fafety  and  hope  in  evil  times ;  or,  Sins  of  the  tongue 
complained  of  viz.  biafphemy,falfehood,  &c. 

i      \    LMIGHTY  God,  appear  and  fave  ! 
i\  For  vice  and%  vanity  prevail : 
The  godly  periih  in  the  grave, 

The  juft  depart,  the  faithful  fail. 

2  The  whole  difcourfe,  when  crouds  are  met, 

Is  flll'd  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain; 
Their  lips  are  flatt'ry  and  deceit, 

And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound 

Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  : 
The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 

The  flatt'ring  and  blafpheming  tongue. 

4  "  Yet  fhall  our  words  be  free,  they  cry ; 

"  Our  tongues  fhall  be  controul'd  by  none  : 
"  Where  is  the  Lord,  will  aik  us  why  ? 
"  Or  fay,  our  lips  are  not  our  own  ?" 

5  The  Lord,  who  fees  the  poor  opprefs'd, 

And  hears  th'  oppreifor's  haughty  ftrain, 
Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 

Nor  fhall  they  truft  his  word  in  vain.. 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  though  often  try'd, 

Void  of  deceit,  fhall  frill  appear  ; 
Not  filver,  fev'n  times  purified 

From  drofs  and  mixture,  fhines  fo  clear. 


P  S  A  L  M  S.  31 

7  Thy  grace  fliall  in  the  darken:  hour 

Defend  from  danger  and  furprife  ; 
Though,  when  the  vilefb  men  have  power, 
On  ev'ry  fide  opprefTors  rife. 

PSALM     XII.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  of  a  general  corruption  of  mariners  ;  or,   The 

pro?nlfe  and  figns  of  ChrijTs  coming  to  judgment \ 
X   YJTELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail. 
Religion  lofes  ground  ; 
The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  break, g 

Yet  3.S:  the  fl'att'fer's  part  ; 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  theyfpeak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 

They  fcorn  our  faithful  word  : 
"  Are  not  our  lips  our  own,  they  cry, 
"  And  who  mail  be  our  Lord  ?>5 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride3 
And  bears  the  fword  in  vain. 
PAUSE. 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 

And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 
When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold  ; 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  haft'ning  on  ? 

Hail  thou  not  given  the  fign  ? 
May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ? 

;   "   Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife, 
u  And  make  th'  oppreflbrs  flee  j 
"  I  mall  appear  to  their  furprife, 
"  And  fet  my  fervants  free." 


31  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

8  Thy  word,  like  filver  fev'n  times  try'd. 
Thro'  ages  fhall  endure  ; 
The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide 
Shall  find  thy  promife  fure. 

P  S  A  L  M     XII.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  under  the  temptation  of  the  devil. 

1  T"  TOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 

I     j     My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  fhall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays, 
That  chafe  my  fears  away  ? 

2  How  long  fhall  my  poor  lab'ring  foul 

Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 

Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 

And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 

All  his  malicious  arts, 
He  fpreads  a  mift  around  my  eyes, 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun,  and  thou  my  fhield, 

My  foul  in  fafety  keep  ; 
Make  hafte,  before  mine  eyes  are  feal'd 
In  death's  eternal  deep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boafi  aloud 

Should  I  become  his  prey  ! 
Behold  the  fons  of  heil  grow  proud 
To  fee  thy  long  delay. 

6  But  they  mail  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 

And  Satan  hide  his  head  ; 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reign  grace 

Whence  all  my  comforts  fpring  j 
I  fhall  employ  my  lips  in  praife. 
And  thy  falyatioc  fuig. 


PSALMS.  23 

PSALM  XIV.     Firftpart.     Common  Metre. 
By  nature  all  men  are  finne)  s. 

1  Tp(3QLS?  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  fay, 
Jj     "  That  all  religion's  vain, 

"  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high,  I 
"  Or  minds  th'  affairs 'of  men." 

2  From -thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane 

Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds ; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord,  from  his  celeftial  throne, 

Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace. 
Or  did  his  juiKce  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  affray, 

Their  practice  ail  the  fame  ; 
There's-  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us?d  to  fpeak  deceit. 

Their  ilanders  never  ceafe  ; 
•    How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet ! 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  feeds  of  fin   (that  bitter  root) 

In  ev'ry  heart  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
'Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

PSALM  XIV.     Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

The  folly  of  perfe cutors. 
i      yt    RE  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 
J_~\_  That  they  the  faints  devour  ? 
And  never  worfhip  at  thy  throne, 
Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r  ! 

2  Great  God,  appear  to  their  mrprife  • 
Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  (name. 


34  -PSALMS. 

3  Doft  thou  not  dwell  among  the  jufl  ? 

And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
That  we  mould  make  thy  name  our  trufl — ■ 
Great  God  !   confound  their  pride. 

4  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  come 

To  finifh  our  diftrefs  ! 
When  Gcd  fhall  bring  his  children  home, 
Our  fonss  fhall  never  ceafe. 


PSALM     XV.     Common  Metre. 

Characlers  of  a  faint,  or  a  citizen  of  Zion  ;    or,  77>* 
qualifications  of  a  Cbrifiian. 

i   "tirHO  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 
VV     O  God  of  holinefs  ! 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

1  The  man  that  wralks  in  pious  ways, 

And  works  with  righteous  hands  : 
That  trufts  his  Maker's  promis'd  grace, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 

Nor  flanders  with  his  tongue  : 
Will  fcarce  believe  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

4  The  wealthy  finner  he  contemns, 

Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 
And,  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears, 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  His  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 

And  never  wrong  the  poor  : — 
This  man  mall  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And  find  his  heav'n  fecure. 


PSALMS.^  35 

PSALM     XV.     Long  Metre. 

Religion  and  jujiice^  goodnefs  and  truth  ;    ory  duties  t$ 
God  and  man  ;  or,  The  qualifications  of  a  Chrijlian. 

1  "T  T  T  H  O  mall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

VV     Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 

And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 

2  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean, 

Whofe  lips  ftill  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean  5 
No  flanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  ; 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

[3  Scarce  will  he  truft  an  ill  report, 

Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  : 
Sinners  of  ftate  he  can  defpife, 

But  faints  are  honour'd  in  his  eyes.] 

[4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  ftood, 

And  always  makes  his  promife  good  : 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears, 
Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 

[5  He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold  ; 

And  mourns  that  juftice  mould  be  fold  : 
While  others  fcorn  and  wrong  the  poor, 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door.] 

6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 

For  thofe  that  curfe  him  to  his  face  ; 
And  doth  to  all  men  ftill  the  fame 

That  he  would  hope  or  wifli  from  them . 

7  Yet,  when  his  holieit  works  are  done, 

His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  mall  fee, 

And  dwell  forever,  Lord,  with  thee.. 


&  PSALMS, 


PSALM    XVI.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

ConfeJJion  of  our  poverty,  and  faints  the  beji  company 
or,   Good  works  profit  men,  not  God. 

1  TQRE  SERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
JL      For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 

But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 

My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confefs'd 

How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  : 

My  praife  can  never  make  thee  blefs'd, 

Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 

Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  ; 
Thefe  are  the  company  I  keep, 

Thefe  are*  the  choiceft  friends  I  know* 

4  Let  others  choofe  the  fons  of  mirth, 

To  give  a  relifh  to  their  wine, 
I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth, 

Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

PSALM  XVI.     Second  part.     Long  Metre. 

Chriffs  all-fufficiency. 

OW  faft  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife, 
Who  hafte  to  feek  fome  idol-gcd  ! 
will  not  tafte  their  facrifice, 

Their  ofPrings  of  forbidden  blood. 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 

And  nobler  food  to  live  upon, 
He,  for  my  life,  has  ofFer'd  up 
Jefus,  his  beft-beloved  Son. 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feafr  ; 

By  day  his  counfels  guide  me  right  ; 
And,  be  his  name  forever  blefs'd, 

Who  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 


PSALMS.  37 

4  I  fet  him  ftill  before  mine  eyes  ; 

At  my  right  hand  he  ftands  prepar'd 
To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife, 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 

PSALM  XVI.     Third  part.     Long  Metre. 
Courage  in  deaih^  and  hope  of  the  refurrsciion. 
r   ITTHEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong, 
V V      ^*s  arm  *s  my  almighty  prep  : 
Be  glad,  my  heart  -,  rejoice,  my  tongue, 
My  dying  Hem  mall  reft  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  duft  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  foul  forever  with  the  dead, 

Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

I  My  flem  mail  thy  firft  call  obey, 

Shake  off  the  duft,  and  rife  on  high  -, 
Then  fhalt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  way 
Up  to  the  throne  above  the  fky. 
J.  There  ftreams  of  endlefs  pleafure  flow  ; 
And  full  difcoveries  of  thy  grace 
(Which  we  but  tailed  here  below) 

Spread  heav'nly  joys  thro'  all  the  place. 

P  S  A  L  M    XVI.    ver.   i,— S.     Firft  part. 

Common  Metre. 

Support  and  counfelfrom  God  without  merit. 

SAVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe  $ 
In  thee  my  truft  I  place,      .     - 
Though  all  the  good  that  I  can  do 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace  -y 
Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath, 
The  faints  may  ftill  rejoice — . 
The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  people  of  my  choice. 
D 


3$  PSALMS. 

3  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  hade, 

And  worfhip  wood  or  ftone  ; 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  caft 

Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

4  His  hand  provides  my  conftant  food, 

He  fills  my  daily  cup  : 
Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy ; 

His  counfels  are  my  light  : 
He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To  his  all -feeing  eye  ; 
Not  death  nor  hell  my  hope  mall  move, 
While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 

PSALM  XVI.     Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

The  death  and  refur reft 'ion  of  Chr'iji. 

1  «  T   SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 

\_   "  He  bears  mv  courage  up  ; 
"  My  heart,  my  tongue  their  joys  exprefs,   - 
"  My  flefh  mall  reft  in  hope. 

2  "  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

"  Where  fouls  departed  are  j 
"  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave 
u  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

"  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne, 
u  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafure  give, 
"  Thy  prefence  joys  unknown." 

[4  Thus,  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lord, 
The  holy  David  fung, 
And  Providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 


PS  AL  M  S.  39 

5  Jefus,  whom  every  faint  adores, 

Was  crucify'd  and  flain  ; 
Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores. 
Behold  he  lives  aa;ain. 

6  When  mall  my  feet  arife  and  ftand 

On  heav'n's  eternal  hills  f 
There  fits  the  Son,  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  there  the  Father  fmiles.] 

PSALM   XVII.  ver.   13,  &c.     Short  Metre. 

Portion  of  faints  and  finners  \    or,    Hope  and  defpalr 
in  death. 

1  A    RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
x\_  And  make  the  wicked  flee, 
They  are  but  thy  chaffifing  rod. 

To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee, 

2  Behold  the  firmer  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain  -3 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies, 
And  ail  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boaft  of  all  his  ftore  ; 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  wim  no  more. 

4  I  mall  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 
And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs, 

Wam'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 
£  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun, 

When  I  awake  from  death, 
Drefl  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 

And  draw  immortal  breath. 


40  PSALMS. 

PSALM    XVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  femur's  portion  and  faint 's  hope  ;   or,   The  heaven  of 
feparate  joulsy   and  the  refurreclion, 

I    T     ORD,  I  am  thine  ;    but  thou  wilt  prove 
1   j  My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love  3 
When  men  of  fpite  againft  me  join, 
They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

1  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
'Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know, 
5Tis  all  they  leek  ;  they  take  their  fhares  j 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  finners  value,  I  reugn  ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 
I  fhall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 
And  fland  complete  in  righteoufnefs. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  mow  ; 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  fincere, 
When  mail  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ! 

5  O  glorious  hour  !   O  bleft  abode  ! 
I  mail  be  near,  and  like  my  God ; 
And  flefh  and  fin  no  more  controul   . 
The  facred  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

6  My  flefh  fhall  fl umber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found  ; 
Then  burft  the  chains  with  fweet  furprife, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

PSALM    XVIII.    ver.   1,-9,   15,— 18. 

Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  dejpair  ;  or,  Temptation  overcome, 

l   ripHEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength, 

J_      My  rock,  my  tower,  my  high  defence  i 

Thy  mighty  arm  fhall  be  my  truft, 

For  I  have  found  falvation  thence. 


PSALMS.  41 

2  Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  fhade, 
While  floods  of  high  temptation  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 

3  I  faw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell 

With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  there, 
(Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  diftrefs  I  caii'd  my  God, 

When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine; 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint ; 

And  prov'd  his  faving  grace  divine. 

[5  With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 

As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode  ; 
Awful,  and  bright  as  lightning,  fhone 
The  face  of  my  deliv'rer  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 

The  blaft  of  his  almighty  breath  : 
He  fent  falvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 

7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great,' 

Much  was  their  ftrength,  and  more  their  rage  ; 
But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  is  conqu'ror  Rill 
In  ail  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 

8  My  fong  forever  mail  record 

That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 

Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power; 

PSALM    XVIII.    ver.   20,-26.     Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 
Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 

1   T    ^^^5  t^ou  ka&  ^een  m7  f°ul  fincere, 
JL/  Haft  made  thy  truth  and  loye  appear  ; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 
And  thou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  caufe. 
D  2  ~ 


42  PSALMS. 

2  Since  I  have  leam'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
Thy  love  reclaim'd  my  wand'ring  heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  breaft  \ 
But  through  thy  grace,  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  againfl  my  darling  fin. 

4  That  fin  that  clofe  befets  me  ftill, 
That  works  and  ftrives  againfl:  my  will  ; 
When  mall  thy  Spirit's  fov'reign  power 
Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more  ? 

5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  mall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  And  men  that  love  revenge,  fhall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too. 
The  juft  and  pure  fhall  ever  fay, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they. 

PSALM   XVIII.  ver.  30,  31,  34,  35,  46,  &c. 

Third  part.     Long  Metre. 
Rejoicing  in  God;  or,   Salvation  and  triumph. 

1  TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
J    Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  abode  : 
Who  is  a  God  befide  the  Lord  ? 

Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 

Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 
And  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight,  ^ 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fiiield. 

3  He  lives,  and  blemngs  crown  his  reign, 

The  God  of  my  falvation  lives, 
The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  vain  ; 

While  heav'nly  peace  my  Father  gives, 


PSALMS.  43 

4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age, 

I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  fhame. 

5  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 

Thy  grace  forever  mail  extend  ; 
Thy  love  to  faints,  in  Chrift  their  head", 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 

PSALM  XVIII.     Firft  part.     Common  Metre, 
Victory  and  triumph  over  temporal  enemies* 

1  II  7"E  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 

V  V     Nov/  is  thine  arm  reveal'd  ; 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heav'nly  tow'r. 
Our  bulwark,  and  our  fhield. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  find  a  fure  defence  ; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God  our  leader  mines  in  arms. 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 
The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 
The  lightning  of  his  fpear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 

And  angels  in  array, 
In  millions,  wait  to  know  his  mind. 
And,  fwift  as  flames,  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  armies  are  diimay'd^ 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look. 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field, 

With  all  their  dreadful  flail  ; 
Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  Heel . 


44  PSALMS. 

7  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  blefs'd, 
For  his  own  church's  fake : 
The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  reft, 
Shall  of  his  care  partake. 

PSALM  XVIII.    Second  part.  Common  Metre. 
The  conqueror's  fong. 

1  r  |  tO  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 

The  triumphs  of  the  day; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 

2  'Tis  by  thy  aid  our  troops  prevail, 

And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 
Or  burn  their  boafted  fleets,  or  fcale 
The  proudeft  of  their  tow'rs. 

3  How  "have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field, 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield, 
But  they  no  fhelter  found  ! 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 

And  perifh  in  their  blood  ; 
Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 
So  pow'rful  as  our  God  ? 

5  The  God  of  Ifraei  ever  lives, 

His  name  be  ever  blefs'd  ; 

;Tis  his  own  arm  the  vicTry  gives, 

And  gives  his  people  reft. 

PSALM    XIX.    Firft  part. .  Short  Metre. 

Tbe^book  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 

For 'a  Lord's  day  morning. 

i   TOEHOLD  the  lofty  fky 
flj  Declares  its  maker  God, 
And  all  the  ftarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 


PSALMS.  45 

2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  ; 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  diff'rent  land 

Their  general  voice  is  known  $ 
They  {hew  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  Chriitian  land?,  rejoice  : 

Here  he  reveals  his  word : 
We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord.  N 

5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 

Are  fet  before  our  eyes, 
He  puts  his  gofpel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  jure  and  pure, 

His  truth  without  deceit, 
His  promifes  forever  fure, 

And  his  rewards  are  great. 

7  Not  honey  to  the  tafte 

Affords  fo  much  delight ; 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pafs'd 
So  much  allures  the  fight. 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  fing, 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM  XIX.   Second  part.   Short  Metre. 
God's  word  moft  excellent  \  or,  Sincerity  and  watch- 
fulnefs. 
For  a  Lord's  day  morning. 
I     13EHOLD  the  morning  fun 
J3  Begins  his  glorious  way; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 


46  PSALMS. 

2  But  where  the  gofpel  comes, 

It  fpreads  diviner  light, 
It  calls  dead  finners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  juft  ; 
For  ever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord, 
And  men  fecurely  truft. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  giv'n? 
O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 

But  find  the  path  to  heav'n  ! 

PAUSE. 

5  I  heard  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  left  I  ftray. 

6  O  who  can  ever  find 

The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 
Yet,  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  mind, 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fin, 

Forgive  my  fecret  faults, 
And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 

Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

8  While,  with  my  heart  and  tongue, 

I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad  ; 
Accept  the  worfhip  and  the  fong, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 

PSALM     XIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  books   of  nature^  arid  fcripture  compared-,  or,  The 

glory  and  fuccefs  of  the  gofpel. 
i    r  |  YAE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
J[_      In  every  ftar,  thy  goodnefs  mines  j 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 


PSALMS.  47 

2  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confefs  ; 
But  the  bleft  volume  thou  haft  writ, 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon  and  ftars  .convey  thy  praife 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftand  ; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  fhall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run ; 
Till  Chrift  has  all  the  nations  bleft, 
That  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun. 

5 '  G  reat  Sun  of  righteoufnefs,  arife, 

Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  Tight ; 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  iimpie  wife, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 

In  fouls  renew'd  and  fms  forgiv'n, 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew, 

And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 

PSALM  XIX.  To  the  tune  of  the  ii3thPfalm. 
The  book  of  nature  andfcripture. 

1  /^>j  REAT  God,  the  heav'ns  well  order'd  frame 
\JT  Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  : 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonders  fhine, 
A  thoufand  ftarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 

Of  boundlefs  pow'r,  and  fkill  divine. 

2  Fromvnight  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Lectures  of  heav'nly  wifdom  read  -> 
With  filent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need, 


48  PSALMS. 

3  Yet  their  divine  instructions  run 
Far  as  the  journeys  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice. 
The  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  fmiles,  and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  ; 

All  nature  joins  to  mew  thy  praife  j 
Thus  God  in  zv'iy  creature  mines  -3 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  the  book  of  grace. 
PAUSE. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word ; 
What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford 

To  fouls  benighted  and  eiiftreft  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  ftray, 

Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  reft. 

6  From  the  difcoveries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  : 

Thefe  are  my  ftudy  and  delight ; 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  tafte, 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  pa(t, 

Appears  fo  pieafing  to  the  light. 

7  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  flumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

But  'tis  thy  blefTed  gofpel,   Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conlcience  clean, 
Converts  my. foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large,  reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  hi?  thoughts  ? 
My  God,   forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prefumptuous  fins  reftrain  ; 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
TL.  book  of  grace, 

i  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 


PSALMS.  49 

PSALM     XX.     Long  Metre. 

Prayery  and  hope  of  victory. 
For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of  war. 

1  IkTOW  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
_£%(    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  Ifrael  prays. 

And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends, 

When  bucklers  fail,  and  brazen  walls  5 
He  from  his  fanctuary  fends 

Succour  and  itxength  when  Zion  calls . 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs, 

His  love  exceeds  our  beft.  deferts  ; 
His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

L  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 

And  in  the  name  of  *Ifrael's  God 
Ourv troops  fhall  lift  their  banners  up, 

Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

5  "  Some  trufl  in  horfes  train'd  for  war, 

And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boafts  ; 
Our  fureft  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofts. 

5  [O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  name 

Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight  ! 
Our  foes  fhall  fall  and  die  with  fhame, 

Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight.] 

Now  fave  us,  Lord,  from  flavifh  fear, 

Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  ftrong, 

'Till  thy  falvation  fhall  appear, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 


So  PSALM  S. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXI.     Common  Metre. 
Natlo7ial  blejjings  acknowledged. 

1  TN  thee,  great  God,  with  fongs  of  praife, 
JL  Our  favour'd  realms  rejoice  ; 

And,  blefs'd  with  thy  falvation,  raife 
To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice. 

2  Thy  fure  defence,  through  nations  round, 

Kath  fpread  our  rifing  name, 
And  all  our  feeble  efforts  crown'd 
With  freedom  and  with  fame. 

3  In  deep  diflrefs,  ourinjur'd  land 

Implor'd  thy  power  to  fave  : 
For  life  we  pray'd  ;  thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  bleiling  gave. 

4  Thy  mighty  arm,  eternal  Pow'r, 

Oppos'd  their  deadly  aim, 
In  mercy  fwept  them  from  our  more, 
And  fpread  their  fails  with  fhame. 

5  On  thee,  in  woe  or  pain, 

Our  hearts  alone  rely  ; 
Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  fupply. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wondrous  pow'r  declare, 

And  ftill  exalt  thy  fame  ; 
While  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare, 

For  thine  almighty  name. 
PSALM   XXI.  ver.   1,-9.     Long  Metre^ 
Chrift  exalted  to  the  kingdom. 

1  THVAVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  flrength, 
J^Jf  Rais'u  toVne  throne  by  fpecial  grace, 
Lut  Chrift  the  fon  appears  at  length, 

Fulfils  the  tfiumph  and  the  praife. 

2  How  great  the  bleft  Meffiah's  joy, 

In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 
Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 


P  S  A  L  M  S.  51 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  whate'er  he  will, 

Nor  doth  'the  leaft  requeft  withhold  ; 
Bleffings  of  love  prevent  him  ftill, 

And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 

4  Honour  and  majefty  divine 
Around  his  facred  temples  ihine  ; 
Blefs'd  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 
And  length  of  everlafting  days. 

5  Thine  hand  fliall  find  out  all  his 'foes  ; 
And,  as  a  nery  oven  glows, 

With'  raging  heat,  and  living  coals, 
8*0  fhall  thy  wrath,  devour  their  fouls. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXII.    ver.    1,— 16.     Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 
The  fuffe  rings  and  death  of  Ghrift, 
HY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook, 
Nor  will  a  fmiie  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguilh  fpoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

2  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 

Among  thy  praifmg  faints, 
Yet  thou  canfl:  hear  our  groan  as  well, 
And  pity  our  complaints. 

3  Our  fathers  trufted  in  thy  name, 

And  great  deliv'rance  found  ; 
But  I'm  a  worm  defpis'd  of  men, 
And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

4  With  making  head  they  pafs  me  by, 

And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcom  ; 

"  In  vain  he  trufts  in  God,"  they  cry, 

"  Neglected  and  forlorn."  " 

5  But  thou  art  he,  who  form'd  my  item. 
By  thine  almighty  word  ; 

And,  fmce  I  hung  upon  the  bread, 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 


52  PSALMS. 

6  Why  will  my  father  hide  his  face, 

When  foes  ftand  threatening  round, 
In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftrefs, 
And  not  an  helper  found  ? 
PAUSE. 

7  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 

The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
By  foes  encompafs'd  fierce  and  ftrong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet, 

To  multiply  the  fmart  ; 
They  nail  my  hand?,  they  pierce  my  fest, 
And  tryjto  vex  my  heart. 

0  Yet  if  thy  fotf?reign  hand  let  loofe 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heav'nly  father  bruife 
The  fori  he  loves  fo  well  ! 

io  My  God,  if  pofTible  it  be, 

Withhold  this  bitter  cup  ; 
But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee, 

And  drink  the  forrows   up. 

x  i   My  heart  diflblves  with  pangs  unknown, 
In  groans  I  wafte  my  breath  : 
Thy  heavy  hand  has  brought  me  down, 
Low  as  the  duft  of  death. 

12  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 
Anil  truft  it  in  thy  hand  ; 
My  dying  flefh  mall  reft  in  hope, 
And  rife  at  thy  command. 

XXII.  ver.  20,  21,  27, — 31.   Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

1  "   TkTOW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 

J^     «  O  Lord,  protea  thy  fon, 
"  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
"  The  oow'rs  of  hell  alone," 


P  S  A  L  M  S.  53. 

>  Thus  did  our  fuff'ring  Saviour  pray, 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears, 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 
5  Great  was  the  victory  of  his  death, 
His  throne  exalted  high  ; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhip,  or  mail  die. 
j.  A  numerous  offspring  muft  arife 
From  his  expiring  groans  ; 
They  mall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
'For  daughters  and  for  fons. 
5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  mall  fee 
His  table  richly  fpread  j 
And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  mall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 
5  The  ides  mail  know  the  righteoufnefs 
Of  our  incarnate  God, 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 

PSALM     XXII.     Long  Metre. 

Chr'ijTs  fujjerings  and  exaltation. 

i    VTOW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
JJ^    The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 

The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 
And  make  their  heads,  and  laugh  in  fcorn  ; 
"  He  refcu'd  others  from  the  grave  ; 
"  Nov/  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 

"  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
"  God  was  his  father  and  his  friend  ; 
«  If  God  the  bleffed  lov'd  him  fo, 
u  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  ?" 

E    2 


54  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

4  Oh  favage  people  !   cruel  priefts  ! 

How  they  ftood  round  like  raffing  beads  ; 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power. 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
'Till  ftreams  of  blood  each  other  meet  ; 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

6  But  God  his  father  heard  his  cry  ; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high  ; 
The  nations  learn  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  humble  finners  tafte  his  grace. 

PSALM     XXIII.     Long  Metre. 

God  our  Jhepherd. 

i    ~\  JTY  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  ; 

J.V A   Now  fhall  my  wants  be  well  fupply'd  j 
His  providence  and  holy  word 

Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 

i  In  paftures  where  falvation  grov/s 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft, 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 

And  all  the  food  divinely  bleft. 

5  My  wandering  feet  his  ways  miftake  ; 
But  he  reftores  my  foul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  the- fair  paths  of  righteoufnefs. 

\.  Tho'  I  walk  thro'  the  gloomy  vale, 

Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 
My  heart  and  hope  fhall  never  fail, 

For  God  my  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 

;  Amidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps, 

Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  flay  ; 
Thy  ftaff  fupports  my  feeble  fteps, 

Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 


P  S  A  L  M  S.  55 

6  The  fons  of  earth  and  fons  of  hell 

-Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 
To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well 

With  living  bread  and  cheerful  wine. 

7  [How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 

Thy  fpirit  condefcends  to  reft  ! 
'Tis  a  divine  anointing  fried, 

Like  oil  of  giadnefs  at  a  feafl. 

8  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 

Attend  his  houfhold  all  their  days ; 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 

To  leek  his  face,  and  fmg  his  praife.J 

PSALM     XXIII.     Common  Metre. 

i    "j%  yf"Y  fhepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 
XVJL  Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 
in  paftures  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Beiide  the  living  ftream. 

2  He  brings  my  wand'ring  fpirit  back, 

When  I  forfake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  thro'  the  {hades  of  death, 

Thy  prefence  is  my  ftay  ; 
One  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath,      \ 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  fight  of  all  my  foes, 

Doth  flill  my  table  fpread  ; 
My  cup  with  bleffings  overflows, 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  fure  provisions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 
Oh  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praife  ! 


56  PSALMS. 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  reft, 
(While  others  go  and  come) 
No  more- a  Arranger  or  a  gueft, 
But  like  a  childvat  home. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXIII.     Short  Metre. 

1  r  1  M3E  Lord  my  fhepherd  is, 

X      I  ihali  be  well  fupply'd  • 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  befide  ? 

2  Ke  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heav'nly  pafture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pafs, 
And  full  falvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  aftray, 

He   doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  moft  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 
Tho'  I  mould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  fhade, 
My  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amid  furrounding  foes, 

Thou  doft  my  table  fpread  ; 
My  cup  with  bleffings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days  ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
Nor  ceaie  to  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM     XXIV.     Common  .Metre. 
DtveUing  with  God. 
I    r  |  ^HE  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's, 
^      With  Adam's  numerous  race  : 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 


P  S  A  L  M  S.  57 

2  But  who  among  the  fons  of  men 

-   JVIay  vifit  thine  abode  ? 
He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God, 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 

The  bleftings  of  his  grace  ; 
This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  feek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Nov/  let  our  foul's  immortal  pov/'rs 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 
Lift  up  their  everlafting  doors, 
The  king  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  king  of  glory  !  who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations  ;  but  to  dwell 
With  faints  is  his  delight. 

PSALM     XXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Saints  dwell  in  heaven ;   or,   Chrifl*s  afcenjwn. 

1  r~|~lHIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

1       And  men,  and  worms,  and  beafts  and  birds ; 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place-.  ' 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  onliigh, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  iky  : 
Who  mall  afcend  that  blefs'd  abode, 
And  dwell  fo  near  his  maker  God  ? 

'3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  "fin, 

Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are  clean, 
Him  fhall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs, 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  righteoufnefs. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men^  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  $ 
Thefe  fhall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight, 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  light. 


SS  PSALMS. 

PAUSE. 

*  Re 


The  mighty  Lord,   the  Saviour's  he. 

6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  difplay, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  way : 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  conqu'rcr  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead  in  awful  flate, 
He  opens  heaven's  eternal  gate, 

To  give  his  faints  a  blefs'd  abode        • 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PS ALM  XXV.  ver.  i5— n.  Firft part.  Short  Metre, 
Waking  for  pardon  and  direflion. 

1  T  LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 
JL   My  truft  is  in  his  name  ; 
Let^not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood    ■ 

Still  triumph  in  my  fhame. 

2  Sin,  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 

Perfuade  me  to  defpair  ; 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well, 
Th^t  I  may  'fcape  the  fnare. 

3  From  beams  of  dawning  light 

'Till  ev'ning  (hades  arife, 
For  thy  falvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 
Forgive  the  fins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind, 

The  meek  mail  learn  his  ways  ; 
And  ev'ry  humble  finner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 


PSALMS.  59 

6  For  his  own  goodnefs'  fake 

He  faves  my  foul  from  fhame  -, 
He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM  XXV.  ver.  12,  14,  10,  13.  Second  part. 
Short  Metre. 

Divine  irJiruSiion. 

1  II  THERE  mall  the  man  be  found 

VV      That  fears  t'offend  his  God3 
That  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found5 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

2  The  Lord  mall  make  him  know 

The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 
The  wonders  of  his  covenant  fhow^ 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  pow'r 

Are  truth  and  mercy  ftill, 
With  fuch  as  keep  his  cov'nant  fure, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  foul  mail  dwell  at  eafe, 

Before  their  Maker's  face  ; 
Their  feed  mall  tafte  the  promifes 
In  their  extenfive  grace, 

PSALM    XXV.     ver.    15,-22.      Third  part. 
Short  Metre. 

DiJIrefs  offou!',  or,  Backfliding  and  defertion* 

1  li  y^TNE  eyes  and  my  defire 
.IV JL   Are  ever  to  tne  Lord ; 

I  love  to  plead  his  prornis'd  grace. 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 

Bring  thy  falvation  near ; 
When  will  thy  hand  affift  my  feet 
To  'fcape  the  deadly  fnare  f 


60  PSALMS. 

3  When  fhall  the  fov'reign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God 
Reftore  me  from  thole  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand 'ring  feet  have  trod ! 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 

Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  ; 
My  fpirit  languifhes,  my  heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 

5  With  ev'ry  morning  light 

My  forrow  new  begins  ; 

Look  on  my  anguifh  and  my  pain, 

And  pardon  all  my  fins. 

PAUSE. 

6  Behold,  the  hofts  of  hell, 

How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 

Againffc  my  life  they  rife  and  join, 

Their  fury  with  deceit. 

.7  O  keep  my  foul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  ihame ; 
For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  truft 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 
Of  Ifrael  it  fhall  ne'er  be  faid, 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

PSALM     XXVI.     Long  Metre. 

Self  examination  ;   or,   Evidences  of  grace. 

i    JUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways, 
J    And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart ; 
My  faith  upon  thy  promife  flays, 

Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit, 

With  men  of  vanity  and  lies ; 
The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 

Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 


PSALMS.  6r 

3  Aniongft  thy  faints  will  I  appear 

Array'd  in  robes  of  innocence  ; 
But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  bar, 

The  blood  of  Chrift  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell  $ 
There  mail  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 

And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  iaft 

With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pafs'd 

Among  the  faints,  and  near  my  God. 

PSALM     XXVII.     ver.   1,— 6.     Firft  part, 

Common  Metre. 

floe  church  is  our  delight  andfafety. 

1  A  I  SHE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

I       And  my  falvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  ftrength ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  defires, 

O  grant  me  mine  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints, 
The  temples  of  my  God  ! 

3  There  mall  I  offer  my  requefts, 

And  fee  thy  beauty  frill  : 
Shall  hear  thy  meffages  of  love, 

And  there  enquire  thy  will. 
When  troubles  rife,  and  ftorms  appear. 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  ftrong  pavilion,  where 

He  makes  my  foul  abide. 

Now  mall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  fongs  of  joy  and  victory 

Within  thy  temple  found. 
F 


62  PSALMS. 

PSALM     XXVII.     ver.  8,  9,   13,  14, 
Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

Prayer  and  hope. 

1  QOON  as  I  heard  my  father  fay, 
£3  "  Ye  children,  feek  my  grace," 
My  heart  reply'd  without  delay, 

"  I'll  feek  my  father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away  ^ 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 
In  a  difrreffing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  flefh  had  died  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  foul  believ'd, 
To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 
He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

PSALM     XXVIII.     Long  Metre. 
God  the  refuge  of  the  afflicted. 

1  rT^O  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raife  my  cries  ; 

My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear  > 
For  ruin  waits  my  trembling  foul, 
If  thou  refufe  a  gracious  ear. 

2  When  fuppliant  tow'rd  thy  holy  hill, 

I  lift  my  mournful  hands  to  pray, 
Afford  thy  grace,  nor  drive  me  ftill 
With  impious  hypocrites  away. 


PSALMS.  63 

3    To  fons  of  faifehood  that  defpife 

The  works  and  wonders  of  thy  reign, 
Thy  vengeance  gives  the  due  reward, 

And  finks  their  fouls  to  endlefs  pain. 

9.   But  ever  bleiTed  be  the  Lord, 

Whofe  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice, 
My  heart,  that  trufted  in  his  word, 
In  his  falvation  mail  rejoice. 

5   Let  ev'ry  faint  in  fore  diftrefs, 

By  faith  approach  his  Saviour  God ; 
Then  grant,  O  Lord,  thy  pard'ning  grace, 
And  feed  thy  church  with  heav'nly  food. 

PSALM     XXIX.     Long  Metre. 
Storm  and  thunder. 

1   /^  IV E  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 
\<Jf  Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power, 
Aicribe  due  honours  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

1  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud 
Thro'  every  ocean,  every  land ; 
His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 

And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  tempeft,  hail  and  wind, 
Lay  the  wide  foreft  bare  around  j 
The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 

4.  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice  ; 

And  lo,  the  irately  cedars  break  : 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noife, 

The  vallies  roar,  the  deferts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  flood, 

The  thund'rer  reigns  forever  king  -, 
But  makes  his  church  his  bleft  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  fing. 


H  PSALM  S. 

6  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 

The  counfel  of  his  grace  imparts  : 
Amidft  the  raging  itorm  his  word 

Speakf  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 
■PSAL  M     XXX.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

Sicknefs  healed^  and  for  rows  removed, 
i    '  r  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
JL   At  thy  command  difeafes  fly : 
Who  but  a  God  can.fpeak  and  fave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints,  and  prove 
How  large  his  grace  !   how  kind  his  love  ! 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wondrous  records  of  his  grace. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  ftays  ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  ; 
Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  ftar  reflores  the  joy. 

PSALM  XXX.  ver.  6.   Second  part.    Long  Metre. 
Healthy  ficknefsy  and  recovery. 

1  TTTMRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
JJ     And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night ; 
Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart, 

"  Pleafure  and  peace  fhall  ne'er  depart." 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  ftrong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  ftand  fo  long ; 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  thee,  my  God  ; 

"  Wrhat  canfi  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 
"  Deep  in  the  duit  can  I  declare 
"  Thy  truth,  or  ling  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 
Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,  I  faid, 


cc 


"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  :'? 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  paru'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 


' 


P.S  A  L  M  S.  6$ 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  ; 

I  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praife  mall  found  thro'  earth  and  heav'n, 
For  ficknefs  heal'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n. 

PSALM  XXXI.  v.  5,  13,— 19,  22,23.    FirfVpart, 

Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  fro?n  death. 

1  nr^O  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love, 

My  fpirit  I  commit ; 
Thou  haft  redeem'd  my  foul  from  death. 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  Defpair  and  comfort,  hope  and  fear, 

Maintain'd  a  doubtful  ftrife  ; 
While  forrow,  pain  and  fin  confpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  "  My  time  is  in  thy  hand,"  I  cried, 

"  Though  I  draw  near  the  duft :" 
Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide. 
The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 

4  Oh  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  fervant  fhine, 
And  fave  me,  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 
P  A  U  S  E. 

5  'Twas  in  my  haite,  my  fpirit  (aid, 

"  I  muil  defr  :ir  and  die, 
c<  I  am  cut  oft  before  tiiine  eyes  •" 
But  thou  halt  heard  niy  cry. 

6  Thy  goodneis,  how  divinely  free  ! 

How  fweet  thy  imiling'face, 
To  thole  that  iear  'thy  majeftyi, 
And  trufc  thy  pr omis'd  grace. 
F  2 


66  PSALM  S. 

7   Oh  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  feints, 
And  fing  his   prai'fes  loud  ; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  recompence  the  proud. 

PSALM  XXXI.  ver.  7,-33,  11,— 21.  Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  JIander  and  reproach. 

1  T\/T^  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
JLV JL   My  God,  my  heav'nly  truft  ; 
Thou  haft  preferv'd  me  free  from  fliame, 

Mine  honour  from  the  duft. 

2  u  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,"  I  cried, 

"  My  years  conium'd  in  groans, 

"  My  ftrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dried, 

u  And  forrow  waftes  my  bones/' 

3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 

A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 
While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide 

Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round, 
I  to  thy  throne  of  grace  applied, 
And  fpeedy  refcue  found. 
PAUSE. 

5  How  great  deliv'rance  thou  haft  wrought 

Before  the  forts  of  men  ! 
The  lying  lips  to  filenee  brought, 
And  made  their  boafting  vain  ! 

6  Thy  children  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide, 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crufh  the  fons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord, 

Let  me  forever  dwell : 

No  fenced  city  wall'd  and  barr'd 

Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 


PSALMS.  67 

PSALM     XXXII.     Short  Metre, 
Forglvenefs  of  fens  upon  ccnfeffion, 

1  /^\H  blefTed  fouls  are  they 
\^J  Whofe  fins  are  covered  o'er  ! 
Divinely  blefs'd  to  whom  the  Lord 

Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  paft, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care. 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit   „ 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fmcere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 

I  felt  the  feft'ring  wound, 
'Till  I  confefs'd  my  fins  to  thee. 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  hnners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  : 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diftrefs 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

•     PSALM     XXXII.     Common  Metre, 

Free  pardon  and  fmcere  obedience-,  or,    Confejfeon    and 
forglvenefs. 

OW  blefs'd  the  man  to  whqm  his  God 
No  more  imputes  his  fin, 
ut  wafh'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  ! 

2  And  blefs'd  beyond  exprefilon  he 

Whofe  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd  -3 
While  from^the  guilty  bondage  ire^ 
He  feeft  his  foul  enlarg'd. 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 

His  words  are  all  fmcere  ; 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  conicience  clear. 


68  PSALMS. 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fuppreft, 

No  quiet  could  I  find  ; 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breafr, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 

My  fecret  fins  reveaPd, 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  feaFd. 

6  This  (hall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray ; 

When  like  a  raging  flood 
Temptations  rife,  our  ftrength  and  flay 
Is  a  forgiving  God, 

PSALM    XXXII.    Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 

Repentance  and  free  pardon  ;     or,    y unification  and 
fanflification, 

LESS'D  is  the  man,  forever  blefs'd, 
Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 
Whofe  fms  with  forrow  are  confefs'd. 

And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Before  his  judgment-feat  the  Lord 

No  more  permits  his  crimes  to  rife  ; 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works,  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  bis  heart  and  lips  ::re  free, 

H>  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
With  d^zo  repentance  well  a^iee, 

And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fincere. 

4  Hew  glorious  is  that  i..;hte   ufnefe 

That  hides  ami  c    ;cc  •    ill  bis  fins  ? 
While  a  bright  e\  fden  e  of  grace 

Through  all  bus  life  appears  and  fhines, 


'B 


PSALMS.  69 

PSALM    XXXII.    Second  part.    Long  Metre. 
A  guilty  confcience  eajed  by  confejjion  and  pardon, 

1  ~\\  THILE  I  keep  filence,  and  conceal 

VV     My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  confcience  feel ! 
What  agonies  of  inward  fmart ! 

2  I  fpread  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 

And  all  my  fecret  faults  confefs  ; 
Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word, 
Thine  holy  fpirit  feals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  fhall  every  humble  foul 

Make  fwift  addrefTes  to  thy  feat ; 
When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 

There  fhall  they  find  a  blefs'd  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark,  and  florms  appear  ! 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 

Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

PSALM  XXXIII.    Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 
Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 

1  T~5  EJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
J\_  This  work  belongs  to  you  : 

Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  jufl  and  true  ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 

Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim  ; 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wondrous  name. 

3  His  word,  with  energy  divine, 

Thofe  heav'nly  arches  fpread, 
Bade  ftarry  hoils  around  them  fhine, 
And  light  the  heav'ns  pervade. 

4  He  taught  the  fwelliiig  waves  to  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep  ; 
Bade  raging  feas  their  limits  know, 
And  ftill  their  {ration  keep. 


70  PSALMS. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  ftand  ; 
He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  refts  on  his  command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nations'  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  defigns ; 
His  counfel  ftands  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  ihines. 

PSALM  XXXIII.   Second  part.   CommonMetre. 
Creatures  vain,  and  God  all-fufRcient. 


1  "FJLESS'D  is  the  nation,  where  the  Lord 

|)  Hath  fix'd  his  gracious  throne; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

2  His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey, 

Does  the  whole  world  behold  ; 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 

And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 

Of  armies  from  the  grave  ; 
Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  his  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  ftrength  of  beafts  or  men, 

Nor  fprings  our  fafety  thence  ; 
But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 
A  ilrong  and  fure  defence. 

c  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  truft. : 
When  plagues  or  famine  fpread, 
His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  juft, 
Among  ten  thoufand  dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne ; 
For  we  have  made  thv  word  cur  choice, 
And  truft  thv  grace  alone. 


PSALMS.  71 

»SALM  XXXIII.    As  the  113th  Pfalm.  Firftpart. 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 
'E  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice, 


Y: 


Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  voice, 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new  -3 

Sing  of  bis  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 

His  works  of  nature,  and  of  grace, 

How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 

Behold,  to  earth's  remoteft  ends 

His  goodnefs  flows,  his  truth  extends ; 

His  pow'r  the  heav'nly  arches  fpread  ; 
His  word,  with  energy  divine, 
Bade  frarry  hofts  around  them  mine, 

And  light  the  circling  heav'ns  pervade. 

His  hand  collects  the  flowing  feas  ; 
Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place, 

And  fill  the  ilore-houfe  of  the  deep  : 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth  ; 
And  fires,  and  feas,  and  heav'n  and  earth5 

His  everlafting  orders  keep. 

I  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  : 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hands, 
But  his  eternal  counfel  Hands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

'SALM  XXXIII.  As  the  1 1 3th  Pfalm.  Second  part 
Creatures  vain,  and  God all-fufficient. 

OH  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word, 
And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne ! 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveys,   -t 
He  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways. 
But  God  their  maker  is  unknown. 


72  PSALMS. 

2  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft, 

And  of  his  ftrength  the  chatnpion  boaft  j 
In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  rely  y 

In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 

Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  an  horfe, 
To  guard  his  rider,  or  to  fly. 

3  The  arm  of  our  almighty  Lord 
Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford, 

When  deaths  or  dangers  threat'ning  ftand  : 
Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  the  juft, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 

When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  land. 

4  In  ficknefs,  or  the  bloody  field, 
Our  great  phyfician  and  our  fhield 

Shall  fend  falvation  from  his  throne  : 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  fhine  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM    XXXIV.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
God's  Care  of  the  Saints  :  or,  Deliverance  by  Prayer, 

1  T     ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 

j  j  Thy  praife  mail  dwell  upon  my  tongue  ; 
My  foul  mall  glory  in  thy  grace, 

While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong. 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

Let  ev'ry  heart  exalt  his  name, 
I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 

Has  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  fhame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears  ; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 

And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 

With  heav'nly  joy  their  faces  fhine, 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  fkies 

Fills  them  with  light  and  love  divine. 


PSALMS.  73 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Around  the  men  that  ferve  the  Lord 
Oh  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  faints, 

Tafte  of  his  grace,  and  truft  his  word. 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 

And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood  ; 
But  none  mall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want  fupplies  of  real  good. 

PSALM  XXXIV.  ver.  n,— 22.  fecond  part. 
Long  Metre. 

Religious  education;    or,  Injiruclions  of  piety. 

CHILDREN,  in  years  and  knowledge  young. 
Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy 
Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue, 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ.  . 

If  you  defire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace,  to  crown  your  mortal  ftate, 
Reftrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 

Your  lips  from  flander  and  deceit. 

$  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries; 
He  fets  his  frowning  face  againft 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 

j.  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts 

God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 

When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

j  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans, 
His  fon  redeems  their  fouls  from  death, 
His  fpirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 

His  praife  employs  their  tuneful  breath, 


G 


74  PSALMS. 

PSALM     XXXIV.     ver  I,— 10.     Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 
Prayer  and  praife  for  eminent  deliverance* 
i   T'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day; 
J^  How  good  are  all  his  ways ! 
Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray, 
Come  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

2  Sing  to  the  honor  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  fufPrer  cry'd, 
Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  fhame, 
Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 

3  When  threat'ning  forrows  round  me  flood, 

And  endlefs  fears  arofe, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  woes: 

4  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diflrefs, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears ; 
He  gave  my  fharpeft.  torments  eafe, 
And  filenc'd  all  my  fears. 
PAUSE. 
[5  O  finners,  come  and  tafre  his  love, 
Come,  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 
The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  the  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Round  where  his  children  dwell : 
What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 

["]  O  love  the  Lord  ye  faints  of  his ; 
His  eye  regards  the  juft  ! 
How  richly  blefs'd  their  portion  is 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  truft! 

8  Young  lions,  Pinch'd  with  hunger,  roar, 
And  famifh  in  the  wood: 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 
With  ev'ry  needful  good.] 


PSALMS.  75 

PSALM     XXXIV.     ver  11,-22.     Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Exhortation  to  peace  and  holinefs. 

i   /^OME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
%^j  And  that  your  days  be  long, 
Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mifchief,  praclife  love, 

Purfue  the  works  of  peace; 
So  mall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve. 
And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry 
When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  dufr. 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  though  the  forrows  here  they  tafte 

Are  marp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord,  who  faves  them  air  at  laft. 

Is  their  fupporter  now.  -    ' 

5  Evil  mall  fmite  the  wicked  dead; 

But  God  fecures  his  own, 
Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  flidey- 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  Defolation,  like  a  flood, 

O'er  the  proud  ftnner  rolls, 
Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
For  he  redeem'd  their  fouls. 

PSALM  XXXV.  ver.  12, 13, 14.  Common  Metre, 

Love  to  enemies-,  or,  the  love  of  Chriji  to  /inner s 
typyfied  in  David. 

1   TOEHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 
J3  That  holy  David  mows : 
Behold  his  kind  companion  move 
For  his  afflicted  foes  ! 


76  PSALMS. 

2  When  they  are  fick  his  foul  complains,. 

And  feems  to  feel  the  fmart; 
The  fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole, 

As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
And  falling,  mortify'd  his  foul, 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed, 

Yet  ftill  he  pleads  and  mourns  j 
And  double  bleffin^s  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heavenly  grace  ! 

Thus  Chrift  the  Lord  appears; 
While  fmners  curfe  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 

6  He,  the  true  David,  Ifrael's  king, 

Blefs'd  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin 
Paid  his  own  deareft  blood. 

PSALM  XXXVI.  ver.  5,-9.  Long  Metre. 

The  perfections    and  providence  of  God-,    or,    General 
providence  and  fpecial  grace. 

1  TTJTIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 

Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  mines ; 
'1  hy  truth  mail  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 

2  Forever  firm  thy  juftice  frauds, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep ; 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 

Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large,. 

Both  man  and  beaft'thy  bounty  fharej 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care.. 


PSALMS.  77 

4  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace ; 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fprings  ; 
The  Tons  of  Adam  in  diflrefs 

Fly  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings, 

5  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 

We  mall  be  fed  with  fweet  repair.  ; 
There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows. 

And  brings  falvation  to  our  tafte. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  prefence  of  my  lord; 
And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  mall  fee 

The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 

PSALM  XXXVI.     ver.    1,  2,   5,  6,  7,  9. 

Common  Metre. 

Practical  aibeifm  expofedy  or,   The  being  and  attributes 

of  God  afferted. 

1  "I,  T|  7"HILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 

VV      And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 

"  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none." 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare, 

(Whate'er  their  lips  profefs) 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  How  ftrange  felf-flatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes  \ 

But  there's  a  haft'ning  hour 
When  they  mall  fee,  with  fore  furprife, 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 

Thy  juftice  mail  maintain  its  throne, 

Though  mountains  melt  away ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 

A  deep  unfathom'd  lea. 

Above  thefe  heav'ns'  created  rounds 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend; 
Thy  tru  h  outlives  the  narrow  bounds 

Where  time  and  nature  end, 
G  2 


?8  PSALMS, 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings, 
Nor  overlooks  the  beaft  ; 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  chufe  to  reft, 

[7  From  thee,  when  creature  ftreams  run  low, 
And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  fpri'ngs  of  life  mail  flow, 
And  raife  our  pleafures  high. 
8  Though  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day, 
Where  clouds  can  never  rife.] 

PSALM  XXXVI.   ver.  1,-7.     Short  Metre. 

The  wkkednejs  of  ?nar^    and  the  majefty  of  God\  or. 
Practical  athelfm  expofed, 

J   m\\  T^^N  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 
VV      ^7  neart  within  me  cries, 
"  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within,. 
M  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 
[2  He  walks  a  while  conceal'd 
In  a  felf-flatt'ring  dream, 
Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveal'd, 
Expofe  his  hateful  name.] 

3  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  v/ords  are  fmooth  and  fair ; 
Wifdom  is  banifh'd  from  his  foul, 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed 

New  mifchiefs  to  fulfil ; 
He  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head, 
To  praclife  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Though  men  renounce  his  fearj 
His  juftice  hid  behind  the  cloud 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 


PSALMS.  79 

6  His  truth  tranfcends  the  fky. 

In  heaven  his  mereies  dwell; 
Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie, 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

J  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings  \ 
O  never  let  my  foul  remove 

From  underneath  his  wings  ! 

P  S  A  L  M  XXXVII.  ver.  1,-15.     Firft  part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  cure  of  envy,   fretfulnefs,    and  unbelief-,    or,  Tht 

rewards  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 

1  II  7"H  Y  fhould  I  ve£  my  foul,  and  fret 

V  V      To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ? 
Or  envy  fmners  waxing  great 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 

2  As  flow'ry  grafs,  cut  down  at  noon. 

Before  the  ev'ning  fades, 
So  mail  their  glories  vanifh  foon 
In  everlafting  mades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truft, 

And  pracHfe  all  that's  good ; 
So  mall  I  dwell  among  the  juft. 
And  he'll  provide  me  food, 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  cheerful  wait  his  will : 
Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  fect7 
Shall  my  defires  fulfil. 

Mine  innocence  malt  thou  difplay, 
And  make  thy  judgments  known. 

Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

The  meek  at  laft  the  e  arth  pofTefs, 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heaven ; 
True  riches,  "with  abundant  peace, 

To  humble  fouls  are  given. 


So  PSALMS. 

PAUSE. 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 

Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 
Though  providence  fhould  long  delay 
To  punifh  haughty  vice. 

8  Let  finners  join  to  break  your  peace, 

And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam  ; 
The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 
Their  day  of  vengeance  corner 

9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ning  fword, 

Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 
To  flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  righteous  low. 

10  My  God  mall  break  their  bows,  and  burn 

Their  perfecuting  darts, 
Shall  their  own  fwords  againvt  them  turn ; 
And  pierce  their  ftubborn  hearts. 

PSALM  XXXVII.    ver.   16,  21,  26,-31. 
Second  part.      Common  Metre. 

Charity   to  the  poor  ;  or,  Religion  in  words  and  deeds, 

1  ~\  If  THY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaff, 

V  V      And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meaner!  portion  of  the  juft 
Excels  the  finners'  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 

But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay; 
The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms,  with  liberal  heart,  he  gives 

Amongft  the  fons  of  need  ; 
His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  blefled  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 

To  Hinder  or  defraud; 
Hi&ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 


PSALMS,  Si 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 
Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  Word, 
His  feet  mall  never  Hide. 

6  When  finners  fall,  the  righteous  ftand 

Preferv'd  from  every  fnare  ; 
They  mall  pofTefs  the  promis'd  land, 
And  dwell  forever  there. 

PSALM  XXXVII.    ver,  23,-37.     Third  part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  wicked* 

1  ~%  /TY  God,  the  fleps  of  pious  men 
J_V A.   Are  order d  by  thy  will ; 
Though  they  mould  fail,  they  rife  again. 

Thy  hand  fupports  them  ftill. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 

Their  virtues  he  approves  : 

He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace5 

Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home  ; 
He  feafts  them  now  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  bleffings  long  to  come. 

4.  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  men, 
Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown ; 
Ye  mall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain, 
When  jufrice  cafts  them  down. 
PAUSE. 

5  The  haughty  finner  have  I  feen,. 

Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay-tree  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground, 

Deftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen ; 
Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf,  was  found. 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 


$2  PSALMS. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 
His  fev'ral  fteps  attend; 
True  pleafure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM  XXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 

Guilt  of  confcience  and  relief;  or,  Repentance  and  pray  e 
for  pardon  and  health. 

1  \    MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love, 
J~\_  Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord, 

Nor  let  a  father's  chaft'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  fword. 

2  Thine  arrows  flick  within  my  heart, 

My  flefb  is  forely  prefs'd  : 
Eetween  the  forrow  and  the  fmart 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  head  are  gone ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fca, 

That  finks  my  comforts  down ; 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  father's  frown. 

5  Lord,  I  am  weaken'd  and  difmay'd, 

None  of  my  powers  are  whole  ; 
My  wounds  with  piercing  anguifh  bleed, 
The  anguifh  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  defires  to  thee  are  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  every  tear, 
And  ev'ry  figh,  and  ev'ry  groan, 
Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope, 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry ; 
My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 
When  Satan  bids  me  die. 


PSALMS.  $3 

"S  My  foes  rejoice  whene'er  I  Aide, 
To  fee  my  virtue  fail ; 
They  raife  their  pleafures  and  their  pride 
Whene'er  their  wiles  prevail. 

■)  But  I'll  confefs  my  guilty  ways, 
And  grieve  for  all  my  fin ; 
I'll  mourn  how  weak  the  feeds  of  grace, 
And  beg  fupport  divine. 

ro  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  paft, 
And  be  forever  nigh ; 
O  Lord  of  my  falvation,  hafte, 
Before  thy  fervant  die.] 

PSALM  XXXIX.  ver.  I,  2,  3.    Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Watchfulnefs  over  the  tongue ;    or,  Prudence  and  zeaL 

THUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
"  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
"  Left  I  let  Hip  one  finful  word, 

c£  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

i  Whene'er  conftrain'd  a  while  to  flay 
Witji  men  of  life  profane, 
I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

;  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 
The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Left  fcofFers  mould  the  occafton  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  overaw'd, 
But  let  the  fcofling  finners  hear 

That  we  can  fpeak  for  God. 


84  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XXXIX.   ver.  4,  5,  6,  7.    Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 

1  rT^EACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 

Thou  maker  of  my  frame  ; 
I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  boaft, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dull 

In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain ; 
They  rage  and  ftrive,  defire  and  love 
But  all  the  noife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  mow, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 
They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 
And  ftraight  are  feen  no  more. 

5  What  mould  I  wifh  or  wait  for  then 

From  creatures  earth  and  duft  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  difappoint  our  truft. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  defires  recall : 
I  give  my  mortal  intereft  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

PSALM    XXXIX.    ver.  9,-13.    Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Sick-bed  devotion  ;   or,   Pleading  ivithout  repining. 

j    S~^i  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
\J"  Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 
But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 


PSALMS.  65 

Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  command  ; 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murmuring  word 

Againft  thy  chaft'ning  hand. 

Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  fharp  rebukes  : 
My  ftrength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies, 

Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 

Crufh'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  to  the  duft  : 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withftand, 

And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

I'm  but  a  ftranger  here  below. 

As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 
May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 

When  I  thy  fummons  hear  ! 

But  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while 

Before  my  laft  remove, 
Thy  praife  {hall  be  my  bus'nefs  ftill. 

And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

S  A  L  M    XL.    ver.  1,  2,  3,   5,   17.  Firft  part, 
Common  Metre. 


I 


A  Jong  of  deliverance  from  great  d'iflref, 

WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry ; 


He  faw  me  refting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  falvation  nigh. 

He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 
Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 

And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feQty 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  ftand, 
And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 

To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  fong. 
H 


86  PSALMS. 

4  I'll  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  -, 

The  faints  with  joy  fhall  hear, 
And  finners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ; 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great  ! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 

o 

Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  afflicted,  poor  and  low, 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

PSALM     XL.     ver.   6, — 9.     Second  part, 
Common  Metre. 

The  incarnation  and Jacrifice  of  Chrift, 

1  rTTM-IUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  Your  work  is  vain, 

jf^      "  Give  your  burnt-offerings  o'er, 
"  In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  flain 
"  My  foul  delights  no  more." 

2  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo,  I'm  here, 

"  My  God,  to  do  thy  will ; 
u  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare, 
«  Thy  fervant  fhall  fulfil. 

3  "  Thy  love  is  ever  in  my  fight, 

"  I  keep  it  near  my  heart ; 
"  Mine  eyes  are  open'd  with  delight 
"  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  fee  !  the  blefs'd  Redeemer  comes  ! 

Th'  eternal  Son  appears, 

And  at  th'  appointed  time  ailiimes 

The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace, 

And  much  his  truth  he  fhew'd, 
And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteoufneis 
Where  great  aflerriblies  flood. 


PSALMS.  87 

6  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart  ; 

He  pitied  linners'  cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
Was  made  a  facriflce. 

PAUSE. 

7  iMo  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  med 

Could  warn  the  confcience  clean, 
But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 

8  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread, 

And  Satan's  kingdom  mook  ; 
Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 

PSALM    XL.    ver.  5, — 10.  Long  Metre. 

Chrijl  our  fieri/ice. 

1  f  I  AHE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought 

1       Exceed  our  praife,  furmount  our  thought  ^ 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beafts,  on  altars  fpilt, 

Can  cleanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt  j 
But  thou  haft  fet  before  our  eyes 
An  all-fufficient  facriflce. 

3  Lo  !   thine  eternal  fon  appears, 
To  thy  defigns  he  bows  his  ears ; 
AiTumes  a  body  well  prepar'd, 
And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 

4  "  Behold  I  come,"  the  Saviour  cries, 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes  ; 

"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 

"  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God, 

5  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
"  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me  5 
"  I  muft  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part ; 

"  And,  lo  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 


88  PSALMS. 

6  "  Pll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 

"  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 

"  When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 

"  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  fky. 

7  "  The  Spirit  fhall  defcend  and  mow 

"  What  thou  haft  done,  and  what  I  do  ; 

"  The  wond'ring  world  fhall  learn  thy  grace, 

"  And  all  creation  tune  thy  praife." 

PSALM    XLI.    ver.  i,  2,  3.    Long  Metre. 

Charity  to  the  poor  j   or,  Pity  to  the  afflicted. 

LESS'D  is  the  man  whofe  breaft  can  move, 
And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 
Whofe  foul,  by  fympathizing  love, 

Feels  what  his  fellow-faints  endure. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 

More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do ; 
He,  in  the  time  of  general  grief, 

Shall  find  the  Lord  has  mercy  too. 

3  His  foul  mail  live  fecure  on  earth, 

With  fecret  bleffings  on  his  head, 

WTien  drought,  and  peftilence,  and  dearth, 

Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4.  Or  if  he  languim  on  his  couch, 

God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiven, 
Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 

P  S  A  L  M    XLII.    ver.  1,-9.    Firft  part. 

Common  Metre. 

Defertion   and  hope  ;   or,   Co?nplaint   of  a/fence  from 

public  worjbip. 
I    "1  TJ  7TTH  earneft  longings  of  the  mind, 
V  V     My  God,  to  thee  I  look  j 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  tafte  the  cooling  brook, 


P  S  A  L  M  S.  H9 

2  When  (hall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 

And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 

And  tears  are  my  .repaft ; 
The  foe  infults  without  controul, 

"  And  where's  your  God  at  lafl  ?" 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days  ; 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why,  my  foul,  funk  down  fo  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ?     1 
My  fpirit,  why  indulge  defpaif, 
And  fin  againft  my  God  I 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whole  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove, 
For  I  fhall  yet  before  him  ftand, 
And  fing  reftoring  love. 

PSALM     XLII.     ver.  6,— 11.    Second  part. 

Long  Metre. 

Melancholy  thoughts  reproved -,   or,  Hope  in  affliffiioh* 

1  li   /f~Y  fpirit  fmks  v/ithin  me,  Lord, 
.IVjL   -^ut  ^  w$  ca^  tyy  name  to  mind. 
And  times  of  part  diftrefs  record, 

"When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind.     . 

2  Huge  troubles,  with  tumultuous  noife, 

Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread  ; 
The  rrfing  waves  drown  all  my  joys, 

And  roll  tremendous  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  wall  theLoid  command  his  love, 

When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  dav, 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove ; 

The  night  mail  hear  me  fing  and  pray, 
H  2 


9°  PSALM  S. 

4  Til  baft  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  fav,   "  My  God,  my  heav'nly  rock, 
ct  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 

"  The  foul  that  groans  beneath  thy  ftroke  r" 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low  ; 

Why  ihould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief  ? 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praife  him  too; 
fie  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief, 

6  My  God,  my  moft  exceeding  joy, 

Thy  light  and  troth  mal'l  guide  me  frill, 
Thy  word  mall  my  beft  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heav'nly  hill. 

PSALM     XLIII.     Common  Metre. 

Safety  in  divine  protettion. 

i    TUDGE  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  cauie,. 
J    Againfu  a  finful  race  ; 
From  vile  oppreffion  and  deceit 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 

2  On  thee  my  ftedfaft  hope  dependsy 

And  am  I  left  to  mourn  ? 
To  fink  in  forrows,  and  in  vain 
Implore  thy  kind  return  ? 

3  Oh  fend  thy  light  to  guide  my  feef, 

And  bid  thy  truth  appear, 
Conduct  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 
To  tafte  thy  mercies  there. 

4  Then  to  thy  altar,  oh,  my  God, 

My  jovful  feet  mall  rife, 
And  my  triumphant  fongs  fhall  praife 
The  God  that  rules  the  fkies. 

5  Sink  not,  my  foul,  beneath  thy  fear, 

Nor  yield  to  weak  defpair  ; 
For  I  (hall  live  to  praife  the  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  guardiaia  care. 


PSAL  M  S.  91 

PSALM     XLIV.     ver.  1,  2,  3,  8,   15,-26. 

Common  Metre. 

The  church's  complaint  in  perfecution. 

1  IT     ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
J^/  Thy  works  of  pow^r  and  grace, 

-     When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days  : 

2  They  faw  thy  beauteous  churches  rife. 

The  fpreading  gofpei  run  5 
While  light  and  glory  from  the  fkies 
Through  ail  their  temples  mone0 

3  In  God  they  boafted  all  the  day, 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray5 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  v/ith  fhame5 

Confufion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 

And  fools  reproach  thy  grace* 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 

Nor  falfely  dealt  with  heav'n. 
Nor  have  our  fteps  declin'd  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haft  giv'n. 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 

With  their  definitive  breath, 
And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore5 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 
PAUSE, 

7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die^ 

As  martyrs  for  thy  name  ; 
As  fheep  for  flaughter  bound  we  lie. 
And  v/ait  the  kindling  flame. 

8  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 

Why  fieeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
Why  mould  we  feem  like  men  abhorr'd, 
Or  banifh'd  from  thy  face  .? 


92  PSALM  S, 

9  Wilt  thou  forever  caft  us  off, 

And  {till  neglect  our  cries  ? 
Forever  hide  thine  heawnly  love 
From  our  aiRicted  eyes  ? 

10  Down  to  the  duft  our  foul  is  bow' J, 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

1 1  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  fhame, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God ; 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

PSALM     XLV.     Short  Metre. 

The  glory  of  Chrifl ;  the  fuccefs  of  the  gcjpel -,  and  the 
Gentile  church. 

1  "]%  yf"Y  Saviour  and  my  King, 
jLV J_   Thy  beauties  are  divine  ; 
Thy  lips  with  bleffings  overflow, 

And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 

Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword, 
And  rife  in  majefty  to  fpread 

The  conquefls  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  foes, 

Or  make  their  hearts  obey, 
While  juflice,  meeknefs,  grace  and  truth 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are-right, 

Thy  throne  mall  ever  ftand  j 
And  thy  victorious  goipel  prove 
A  fceptre  in  thy  hand* 

[5  Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

Hath  without  meafure  fhed 
His  Spirit,  like  a  grateful  oil, 
T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 


PSALMS.  93 

[6  Behold,  at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  feen, 
A  beauteous  bride,  in  rich  attire, 
And  princes  guard  the  queen.] 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 

Forget  thy  father's  houfe  ; 
Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

S  Oh  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  fweeteff.  thoughts  employ  ; 
Thy  children  mall  his  honour  fing, 
And  tafte  the  heav'nly  joy. 

PSALM     XLV.     Common  Metre, 

The  perfonal  glories   and  government   of  Chrjjh 

i   T'LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King, 
JL   His  form  divinely  fair  : 
None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 

Upon  thy  lips  is  fried  ; 
Thy  God  with  bleffings  infinite 

Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  victorious  prince, 

Ride  with  majeftic  fway  ; 
Thy  terror  fhall  ftrike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  flands, 

Thy  word  of  grace  fhall  prove 
A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  love. 

5  Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  ilill, 

But  mercy  is  thy  choice  ; 
And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  fhall  Bl 
With  moil:  peculiar  joys. 


94  PSALM  S. 

PSALM     XLV.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
The  glory  of  Chriji^  and  poiver  of  his  gofpel. 

1  TWTOW  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  fing 
J3|    The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jeius  the  Lord  j  how  heav'nly  fair 

His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

2  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  mines  with  far  fuperior  grace, 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  bleffmgs  all  his  ftate  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  mofl  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword, 

In  majeity  and  glory  ride 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart ; 
Or  words  of  mt^cy,  kind  and  fweet, 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,   O  God,  forever  (lands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  right, 
But  grace  and  juftice  thy  delight. 

6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  fhed 
His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head  ; 
And  with  his  facred  fpirit  bleft 

His  firft-born  Son  above  the  reft. 

PSALM    XLV.     Second  part.     Long  Metre. 
Chriji  and  his  church  ;   or,   The  myjlical  marriage. 

1  r"|^HE  king  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 

j[_      Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace  ! 
He  comes  with  bleffings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 
The  queen  array'd  in  pureft  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  drefs, 
Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteoufnefs. 


PSALMS. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 

He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne ; 

Fair  ftranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 

The  idols  of  thy  native  ftate, 
f  So  fhall  the  king  the  more  rejoice 

In  thee  the  favorite  of  his  choice  ; 

Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  vet  ador'd, 

For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  Oh  happy  hour,  when  thou  fnalt  rife 

To  his  fair  palace  in  the  ikies, 

And  all  thy  fons  (a  numerous  train) 

Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 
>  Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head  5 

Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread ; 

While  we  with  cheerful  fongs  approve 

The  condefcenfion  of  thy  love. 

'  S  A  L  M     XL VI.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre, 
he  church's  fafety  and  triumph  among  national  defo- 
lations. 

GOD  is  the  .refuge  of  his  faints, 
When  ftorms  of  fharp  diftrefs  invade  • 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 

Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 
Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd 

Down  to  the  deep  and  buried  there, 
Convullions  make  the  foiid  world, 

Our  faith  mall  never  yield  to' fear. 
Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 

In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 
Whib  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  more 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tide, 
There  is  a  ilream,  whofe  gentle  Row  = 

_      Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  * 
Life,  love  and  joy  frill  gliding  through 

And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 


95 


96  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

5  That  facred  dream,  thine  holy  word, 

Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controuls, 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 

And  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting  fouls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 

Secure  againft  a  threat'ning  hour  ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 

Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  pow'r. 

PSALM    XLVI.     Second  part.     Long  Metre, 

God  fights  for  his  church. 

i   T    ET  Zion  for  her  king  rejoice, 

\_j  Though  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife ; 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 

The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

2  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 

And  Jacob's  God  is  ftill  our  aid  ; 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought, 
What  defolations  he  has  made. 

3  From  fea  to  fea,   through  all  the  fhores 

He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 

He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear, 

Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  ; 
Let  earth  in  filent  wonder  hear 

The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  "  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 

"  I  reign  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 
"  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 

"  But  ftill  my  throne  in  Zion  ftands." 

6  O  Lord  of  holts,  almighty  king, 

While  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwell, 
Our  faith  fliall  fit  fecure  and  fing, 

Nor  fear  the  raging  pow'rs  of  hell. 


PSALMS.  97 

PSALM     XL VII.     Common  Metre. 
Chriji  afcending  and  reigning, 
i   /^\H  for  a  fhout  of  facred  joy 
\J  To  God  the  fov'reign  king  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  fing. 

2  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high, 

His  heav'nly  guards  around 
Attend  him,  rifing  through  the  fky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  found. 

3  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  king, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  ftrains  j 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fing  ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound, 

Let  knowledge  guide  the  fong  ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  folemn  found 
Upon  a  though tlefs  tongue. 

5  In  Ifrael  flood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  chofen  race  ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  tafte  his  grace. 

6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abraham's  God  is  known ; 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  fhields  and  fwords 
Submit  before  his  throne. 

PSALM  XL VIII.  v.  i,— 8.   iftpart.  Short  Metre. 

Tlie  church  is  the  honour  and  fafety  of  a  nation, 
[i   •">!  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
KjJT  And  let  his  praife  be  great ; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
His  mofl  delightful  feat. 
2  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  ftand  ! 
The  honours  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 


98  PSALMS. 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known 

A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 
How  bright  has  his  falvation  fhone, 
How  fair  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 

4  When  kings  againft  her  join'd, 

And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  confufion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  hafty  fear. 

5  When  navies  tall  and  proud 

Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 
He  fends  his  tempeft  roaring  loud, 
And  finks  them  in  the  feas. 

6  Oft'  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  feen, 
How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  flocks  have  been. 

7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 

We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 
Recall  to  mind  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  feek  deliverance  there. 

PSALM    XL  VIII.    ver.  io,— 14.    Second  part. 

Short  Metre. 
The  beauty  of  the  church ;  or,  Gofpel  worjbip  and  order. 

1  TT^AR  as  thy  name  is  known 

P     The  world  declares  thy  praife  ; 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  fongs  of  honour  raife. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  ftand 

On  Zion's  chofen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counfels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  ftrangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well. 


PSALMS.  99 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 

The  worfhip  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  fongs,  the  folemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife  ! 

How  ^glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes. 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worfhip  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die  ; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  fky. 

PSALM     XLIX.     ver.  6,-14.     Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Pride  and  death ;  or,  The  vanity  of  life  and  riches, 
I  ~W  7"HY  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 
y  V      ^°  infolence  and  pride, 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 
With  ev'ry  rifing  tide  ? 

2  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn, 
Made  of  the  felf-fame  clay, 
And  boaft  as  though  his  flefh  were  born 
Of  better  dull  than  they?] 

3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 
His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  fold, 

The  ranfom  is  too  high  ; 
Juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 

That  man  may  never  die.] 

He  fees  the  brutiih  and  the  wife, 

The  tim'rous  and  the  brave, 
Quit  their  pofTeffions,  clofe  their  eyes. 

And  haften  to  the  grave. 


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/oo  PSALMS. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 

"  My  houfe  fhall  ever  ftand  ; 
"  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide 
"  I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loft, 

How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  ! 
His  name  is  buried  in  the  duft, 
Where  his  own  body  lies. 
PAUSE. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ! 

And  yet  their  fons,  as  vain, 

Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 

And  act  their  works  again. 

9  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  grace, 

Though  honour  raife  them  high, 
Live  like  the  beaft,  a  thoughtlefs  race, 
And  like  the  beaft  they  die. 

[io  Laid  in  the  grave,  like  filly  fheep, 
Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep, 
And  wakes  them  in  defpair.] 

PSALM   XLIX.    ver.   14,  15.     Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

Death  and  the  refurrcffion. 

1  A^E  fons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  juft, 

j[      And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  duft, 
Your  pomp  fhall  rife  no  more. 

2  The  laft  great  day  fhall  change  the  fcene  j 

When  will  that  hour  appear  ! 
When  fhall  the  juft  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 

Call'd  from  the  world  away, 
And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave, 
To  raife  my  mould'ring  clay. 


PSALMS.  101 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlafting  home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  fure  ; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more. 
PSALM     XLIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  rich  firmer' s  death,  and  the  faint's  refurreclion, 

1  ~\\  THY  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor, 

y  V     And  boaft  the  large  eftates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 

Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  f 

2  They  can't  redeem  an  hour  from  death, 

With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  trufl  ; 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 

When  God  commands  him  down  to  dufh 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  made 

Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round  : 
That  flefh  fo  delicately  fed 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

\  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  finner  dies, 

And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb  : 
The  faints  mail  in  the  morning  rife, 

And  hear  th'  opprefibr's  awful  doom. 

5  His  honours  perifh  in  the  duft, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  ; 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the  juft 

To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 
>  My  Saviour  mail  my  life  reflore, 

And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode  ; 
My  flefn  and  foul  mall  part  no  more, 

But  dwell  forever  near  my  God. 

'SALM  L.  ver.  i, — 6.  Firftpart.  Common  Metre* 
The  laji  judgment ;  or,  The  faints  rewarded, 

THE  Lord,  the  judge,  before  hi s'throne 
Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  riling  fun, 
And  near  the  weflern  fky, 

I   2 


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io2  PSALMS. 

2  No  more  (hall  bold  blafphemers  fay,. 

u  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  y 
No  more  abufe  his  long  delay- 
To  impudence  and  fin. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  mall  come. 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 
Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  ftorm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  mall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  fhall  know  and  fear 
His  juftice  and  their  doom. 

5  u  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 

M  That  made  their  peace  with  God, 
"  By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice, 

"  And  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  u  Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  light, 

"  Shall  make  the  world  confefs 
"  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
"  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 

PSALM  L.  ver.  io,  n,  14,  15,  23.  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 
Obedience  is  better  than  facrifice. 
i  rjnHUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  The  fpacious  fields, 
"  And  flocks  and  herds,  are  mine  -s 
«  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
"  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  "  I  afk  no  fheep  for  facrifice, 

"  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
"  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"  Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  "  Invoke  my  name  when  trouble's  near, 

"  My  hand  mail  fet  thee  free  ; 
"  Then  fhall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
"  The  honour  due  to  me. 


"1 
PSALMS.  103 

4  K  The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 
"  Declares  my  glory  beft  : 
"  And  thofe  that  tread  my  holy  ways 
"  Shall  my  falvation  tafte." 

PSALM  L.   ver.  1,  5,  8,  16,  21,  22.  Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  judgment  of  hypocrites. 

1  ITrHEN  Chrift  to  judgment  mail  defcend, 

V  V     And  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend. 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  £c  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain 

"  Will  I  the  world  reprove ; 
"  Altars,  and  rites,  and  forms,  are  vain 
"  Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  "  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

cc  To  bring  their  facriflce  ? 

c<  They  call  my  ftatutes  juft  and  true, 

"  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  "  Could  you  expect  to  'fcape  my  fight, 

"  And  fin  without  controul  ? 

"  But  I  mall  bring  your  crimes  to  light 

"  With  anguim  in  your  foul." 

5  Confider,  ye  that  flight  the  Lord, 

Before  his  wrath  appear ; 

If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 

There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

PSALM    L.     Long  Metre. 

Hypocrify  expofed. 

I   nr^rlE  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns, 
J_     Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 


'  io4  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 

With  lips  of  falfehood  and  deceit ; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 

And  ibothe  and  Hatter  thofe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 

Yet  dare  to  feek  their  maker's  face ; 

They  take  his  cov'nant  on  their  tongue, 

But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

4  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 

Defil'd  with  luft,  defil'd  with  blood ; 
By  night  they  prac~life  every  fin, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God, 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 

They  grow  fecure  and  fin  the  more; 
They  think  he  fleeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 

6  O  dreadful  hour  !   when  God  draws  near, 

And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  \ 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  fhall  tear, 
Ai.i  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rife. 

PSALM     L.     To  a  new  tune. 

Tl?e  loft  judgment, 

1  npHE Lord,  the fov'reign,fends his fummons forth, 

■**    Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north ; 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  founding  orders  fpread 
Through  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead  : 
No  more  fhall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay ; 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  :  behold  the  day  ! 

2  Behold,  the  Judge  defcends ;  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Tempefl  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky. 

Heav  'n,earth,and  hell  drawnear ;  let  all  things  come 
To  hear  his  juftice,  and  the  finner's  doom : 
"  But  gather  firft  my  faints,"  the  Judge  commands, 
"  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 


PSALMS.  105 

Behold,  my  cov'nant  ftands  forever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 
And  fign'd  with  all  their  names ;  the  Greek,  the  Jew, 
That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,  or  the  new, 
There's  no  distinction  here ;  prepare  their  thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons. 

I,  their  almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 

I  am  their  Judge :  ye  heav'ns,  proclaim  abroad 

My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 

Thofe  awful  truths  that  iinners  dread  to  hear; 

Sinners  in  Zion,  tremble  and  retire ; 

I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 

Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain 
Do  I  condemn  thee ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flames  of  love ;  in  vain  the  ftore 
Of  brutal  ofPrings  that  were  mine  before  ; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favage  breed, 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  they  feed. 

If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  thirft,  or  tafte  the  victim's  blood  ? 
Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  fclemn  chattr'ings,  and  fantaftic  vows  ! 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veflments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

Unthinking  wretch!  how  could'f!:  thou  hope  topleafe 
A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
While,  with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue, 
Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong  ^ 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends. 

Silent  I  waited  with  long-fufPring  love, 
But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  fliould  ne'er  reprove  ? 
And  cherifli  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God  the  righteous  would  indulge  thy  iin  ? 
Behold  my  terrors  now ;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  owh  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul," 


106    -  PSALMS. 

9  Sinners,  awake  betimes;  ye  fools,  be  wife; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife ; 
Change  your  vain thoughts,yourfinful  works  amend, 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend  ; 
Left,  like  a  lion,  his  laft  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

PSALM     L.     To  the  old  proper  tune. 
The  laft  judgment. 

i   rTT^HE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth, 
X     Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north  5 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  fov'reign  orders  fpread, 
Thro'  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 

The  trumpet  founds,  hell  trembles,  heaven  rejoices  ; 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

2  No  more  fhall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  : 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  :  behold  the  day  ! 
Behold,  the  judge  defcends ;  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Tempefts  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky. 

When  God  appears,  all  nature  fhall  adore  him  : 
TVhile  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

3  "Heav'n,earth,andhell,  draw  near;  let  all  things  come 

To  hear  my  juftice,  and  the  finner's  doom: 
But  gather  firft  my  faints,"  the  judge  commands, 
"  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 

JVhen  Chrijl  returns,  wake  every  cheerful  paffion, 
Andjhout,  ye  faints ;   he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

4  Behold,  my  cov'nant  ftands  forever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facriflce  in  blood, 

A  ndfign'd  with  all  their  names;  the  Greek,  the  Jew, 
That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,  or  the  new. 

There's  no  diftinclion  here  ;  join  all  your  voices, 
And  raife  your  heads,  ye  faints,  for  heaven  rejoices, 

5  Here,  faith  the  Lord,  ye  angels,  fpread  their  thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav 'rites  and  my  fons  5 


PSALMS.  107 

Come,  my  redeem 'd,  pofTefs  the  joys  prepar'd 
Ere  time  began,  'tis  your  divine  reward. 

JVhen  Chri/l  returns,  wake  every  cheerful  pajjion, 
And  jhout,  ye  faints  ;   he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

PAUSE  the  firft. 

6  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  almighty  God, 

The  fov'reign  judge ;  yeheav'ns,  proclaim  abroad 

My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 

Thofe  awful  truths  that  fmners  dread  to  hear. 

JVhen  God  appears,  all  nature  Jlo all  adore  him  ; 

While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blafphemer,  and  profane, 
Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threat'nings  vain; 
Thou  hypocrite,  once  drefs'd  in  faint's  attire, 

I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 

Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heaven  rejoices  : 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

8  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain 
Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flames  of  love  :  in'vain  the  ftore 
Of  brutal  ofPrings  that  were  mine  before. 

Earth  is  the  Lord's,  all  nature  /hall  adore  him  ; 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 
)  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 

When  did  I  thirft  ?    or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood  ? 

Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favage  breed, 
I   Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  they  feed . 
I?//  is  the  Lord's  ;  he  rules  the  wide  creation  -, 
{Jives  finners  vengeance,  and  the  faints  falvation. 

0  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows  ? 

1  Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftic  vows  ? 

I  Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
\  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 
Vodis  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguifes 
Jhn  fcrun  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 


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108  PSALMS. 

PAUSE   the  fecond. 

11  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  couldft  thou  hope  to  pleai 
A  God,  a  fpirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
While,  with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue 
Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong. 

'Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heaven  rejoices  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

12  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends ; 
Thieves  and  adult' rers  are  thy  chofen  friends  : 
While  the  falfe  flatt'rer  at  mine  altar  waits, 
His  harden'd  foul  divine  inftruction  hates. 

God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguifes 
Can  fere  en  the  guilty,  vjhen  his  vengeance  rifes. 

13  Silent  I  waited  with  long  -fuff  'ring  love, 

But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  mould  ne'er  reprove  ? 
And  cherifh  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  the  All -Holy  would  indulge  thy  fin? 

See,  God  appears  ;  all  nations  join  f  adore  him  ; 
Judgment  proceeds,  and  finners  fall  before  him. 

14  Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul; 
Now,  like  a  lion,  mail  my  vengeance  tear 
Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

Judgment  concludes,  hell  tre?nbles,  heaven  rejoices, 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

EPIPHONEMA. 

Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,  be  wife  ; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife; 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,your  finful  works  amenc 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend. 

Then  join,  ye  faints ;  wake  every  cheerful paj/ion, 
When  Chrlft  returns,  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 


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?  S  A  X  M     LI.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre** 
J  penitent  pleading  for  pardon* 

1  QHEW  pity,  Lord;  O  Lorsl,  forgive  ; 
J^  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  Tinner  truft  in  thee  \ 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  furpafs 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wafh  my  foul  from  every  fin, 

And  make  my  guilty  confeience  clean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  paft  offences  pain  mine  eyes, 

4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  fins  confefs 
Againft  thy  law,  againft  thy  grace ; 
Lord,  fhould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breaths 
I  muft  pronounce  thee juft  in  death; 
And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet,  fave  a  trembling  (inner.  Lord, 
Whofe  hope,  (till  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  fure  fupport  againft  defpair. 

PSALM     LI.     Second  part.      Long  Metre. 

Original  and  attualfin  confeffed. 
|i  T    ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin, 

1  y  And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 

Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 

Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

I  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death  % 
The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart  i 
But  we're  defil'd  in  every  part, 
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no  PSALMS. 

[3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true  : 
O  make  me  wife  betimes  to  fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy  J 

4.  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace ; 
No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean, 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  .bleeding  beaft, 
Nor  hyfibp  branch,  nor  fprinkling  priefr, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea, 
Can  warn  this  difmal  ftain  away. 

6  Jefus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  fufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  mow  j 
No  Jewifli  types  could  cleanfe  me  fo. 

7  While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flefh  nor  foul  hath  reft  or  eafe ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 

PSALM     LI.     Third  part.     Long  Metre, 

The  backfiider   rejlored;    or,    Repentance  and  faith 
the  blood  of  Chrlft. 

1  f^\  THOU  that  hear'ft  whea  finners  cry, 
\J  Tho'  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  memory  from  thy  book. 

2  Creaf-e  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin ; 
Let  thy  good  fpirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cr.nnct  live  without  thy  light, 
Caft  out  and  banim'd  from  thy  fight: 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God   reftore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 


PSALMS.  in 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  fpirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  ftill  afford  : 
And  Jet  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  king, 
Is  all  the  facrifice  I  bring  ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  dufl, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  jufl; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye5 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  j 
Sinners  mall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  -, 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  (hall  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 

S  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  mail  be  all  my  fong ; 
And  all  my  powers  fhall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord,  my  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs. 

PSALM     LI.     ver.  3,-13.     Pirft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Original  and  aSlual  fin  confejfed  and -pardoned* 

LORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs 
And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  : 
Againfl  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 

Should'ft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 

And  crufh  my  flefh  t©  duft, 
Heav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well, 

And  earth  mufi:  own  it  juft. 

I  I  from  the  flock  of  Adam  came 
Unholy  and  unclean  -9 
All  my  original  is  fhame, 
And  all  my  nature  fin. 


U2  PSALMS. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 
And,  as  my  days  advanc'd,  I  grew 
A  j utter  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  foul 

With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
O  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  Spirit  e'er  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  j 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  know* 

Before  the  fons  of  men ; 

Backfliders  (hall  addrefs  thy  throne. 

And  turn  to  God  again. 

PSALM     LI.     ver.   14,-17.     Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blotd  of  Chrj/f. 

1  {~\  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
V^  My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
Break  down  this  feparating  wall 

That  b?rs  me  from  thy  lave. 

2  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace, 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifers  flam 

For  fin  could  e'er  atone ; 
The  death  of  Chrift  fhall  ftill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  oppreft  with  fin's  defert 

My  God  will  ne'er  defpife  : 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart. 
Is  our  beft  facriflce. 


PSALMS,  113 

PSALM     LII.     Common  Metre. 
The  dlfappointment  of  the  wicked, 
z   TTTHY  mould  the  mighty  make  their  boafl, 
YY     And  heavenly  grace  defpife  ? 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  truft, 
And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 

2  But  God  in  vengeance  mall  deftroy, 

And  drive  them  from  his  face ; 
No  more  mall  they  his  church  annoy, 
Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 

3  But  like  a  cultur'd  olive  grove, 

DrefVd  in  immortal  green, 
Thy  children  blooming  in  thy  love, 
Amid  thy  courts  are  feen. 

4  On  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord, 

Thy  faints  fhall  reft  fecure, 
And  all  who  truft  thy  holy  word, 
Shall  find  falvation  fure. 
PSALM     LII.     Long  Metre. 
The  folly  of  felf-dependence. 
1   "\\  7"HY  fhould  the  haughty  hero  boafl, 
VV     Kis  vengeful  arm,  his  warlike  hoft  ? 
While  blood  defiles  his  cruel  hand, 
,    And  defolation  waftes  the  land.  . 

I  He  joys  to  hear  the  captive's  cry, 
The  widow's  groan,  the  orphan's  figh  ; 

I    And  when  the  wearied  fword  would  fpare., 
His  falfehood  fp  reads,  the.  fatal  fnare. 

J  He  triumphs  in  the  deeds  of  wrong,  , 
And  arms  with  rage  his  impious  tongue  ^ 
With  pride  proclaims  his  dreadful  power^  , 
And  bids  the  trembling  world  adore. 

But  God  beholds,  and,   with  a  frown, 
Calls  to  the  duft  his  honors  down ; 
The  righteous  freed,  theif^hopes  recall  . 
And  hail  the  proud  oppreffor's  fall, 
*  K  2 


U4  PSALMS. 

5  How  low  th'  infulting  tyrant  lies, 
Who  dar'd  th'  eternal  power  defpife, 
And  vainly  deem'd  with  endlefs  joy, 
His  arm  almighty  to  deftroy  ! 

6  We  praife  thee,  Lord,  who  heard  our  cries, 
And  fent  falvation  from  the  fkies  : 

The  faints,  who  faw  our  mournful  days, 
Shall  join  our  grateful  fongs  of  praife. 

PSALM    LIII.    ver.  4,-6.    Common  Metre. 

Vitlory  and  deliverance  from  perf edition* 

1  A  RE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 
Jf"\.  Who  thus  deftroy  her  faints  ? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 

And  pities  her  complaints. 

t  They  fhall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife. 
For  God's  avenging  arm 
Shall  crufh  the  hand  that  dares  arife 
To  do  his  children  harrm 

3  In  vain  the  fons  of  Satan  boaft 

Of  armies  in  array  ; 
When  God  has  firft  defpis'd  their  holt, 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  Zion's  king, 

Her  captives  to  reftore  ! 
Thy  joyful  faints  thy  praife  fhall  fing, 
'  And  Ifrael  weep  no  more. 

P  S  A  L  M     LIV.     Common  Metre 
i  XJEHOLD  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry 
J3  Before  thy  throne  afcend, 
Caft  thou  on  us  a  pitying  eye, 
And  ftill  our  lives  defend. 

2  For  Slaughtering  foes  infult  us  round, 

Oppreflive,  proud  and  vain, 

They  caft  thy  temples  to  the  ground.? 

And  all  our  rights  profane. 


PSALMS.  US 

3  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  truft, 

And  in  thy  power  rejoice  ; 
Thine  arms  {hall  crum  our  foes  to  dufr? 
Thy  praife  infpire  our  voice. 

4  Be  thou  with  thofe  whofe  friendly  hand 

Upheld  us  in  diftrefs, 
Extend  thy  trutn  through  every  land, 
And  ftilj  thy  people  blefs. 

PSALM     LV.     ver.   i,~ 8,  16,  17,  18,  22. 

Common  Metre. 

Support  for  the  affllSied  and  tempted  fouh 

1  (T\  GOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
\J  Behold  my  flowing  tears, 

For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  levell'd  at  my  life, 

My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  ftrife, 
To^hake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  What  inward  pains  my  heartftrings  wound, 

I  groan  with  every  breath  ; 
Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 
Amongft  the  (had^es  of  death. 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings, 
I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  thefe  reftlefs  things. 

3  Let  me  to  fome  wild  defert  go. 
And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
Where  Itorms  of  malice  never  b!ow3 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  allj 
To  'fcape  the  rage  of  hell  ! 
The  mighty  God,  on  whom  I  call, 
Can  fave  me  here  as  well. 


Nue  PSALMS. 

PAUSE. 

7  By  morning  light  I'll  feek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 
The  night  (hall  hear  me  afk  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

8  God  mall  preferve  my  foul  from  fear, 

Or  fhield  me  when  afraid  ; 
Ten  thoufand  angels  mud  appear 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

9  I  cart  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  fuftains  them  all ; 
My  courage  refts  upon  his  word* 
That  faints  fhall  never  fall. 

10  My  higheft  hopes  mall  not  be  vain, 

My  lips  fhall  fpread  his  praife ; 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 

Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

PSALM     LV.     ver.  15,  16,  17,  19,  22, 
Short  Metre. 

1  T     ET  finners  take  their  courfe, 

\^j    And  chufe  the  road  to  death  j 
Bui  in  the  vvorfhip  of  my  God 
I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  aclirefs  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light  3 
I  feek  hi-        (Sh|  ey'ry  noon, 
And  p    '  mj    vo./s  at  night. 

3  Thou  -         :gard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God, 
While  finners  perifh  in  furprife 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Liecaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 

And  no  (,  .     hanges  fcsl^ 
Th   .  •"  nor  truft  thy  namej 

leam  to  dg  thy  will* 


PSALMS.  rif 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
I'll  caft  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  fhall  well  fuftain 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  Mety  flands 
No  earthly  pow'r  can  move. 

PSALM     LVI.     Common  Metre. 
Deliverance  from  opprejjion  and  falfehood;  or,    God's- 

care  of  his  people,  in  anfwer  to  faith  and  prayer  t 
I  (T^\  THOU,  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high? 
%^J  And  makes  th*  opprefllon  ceafe, 
Behold  how  envious  Tinners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 

I  The  fons  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me,  Lord ; 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

;  In  God  moft  holy,  juft,  and  true, 
I  have  repos'd   my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  flefh  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

l  They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  ftill, 
Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  5 
For  mifchiefs  all  their  counfels  fill, 
AndUmalice  all  their  thoughts. 

Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  ? 

Muft  their  devices  ftand  ? 
Oh,  call:  the  haughty  finner  down, 

And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 

PAUSE. 

God  fees  the  forrow  of  his  faints, 

Their  groans  affecT:  his  ears  : 
Thy  mercy  counts  my  juft  complaints^ 

And  numbers  all  my  tears. 


n8  PSALM  S. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee  : 
So  fwift  is  prayer  to  reach  the  iky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  moft  holy,  juft,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  i  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dufl. 

©   Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 
Thou  {halt  receive  my  praife  ; 
I'll  finj,   "  How  faithful  is  thy  word  J 
"  How  righteous  all  thy  ways  !" 

io  Thou  hair  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death, 
Oh  fet  thy  prifoner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath 
May  be  employ'd  for  thee. 

PSALM     LVII.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  for  proteclion  j  grace  and  truth, 
Y  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings 


Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown* 
ide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

Up  tQ  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform  ; 

He  fends  his  angels  from  the  iky, 

And  faves  me  from  the  threat'ning  ftorm. 

Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 

And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

My  heart  is  fix'd  ;  my  fong  fhall  raife 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name  ; 

Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 


PSALMS.  119 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns. 

And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  iky  5 
His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 

When  lower  worlds  diflblve  and  die. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'n's,  where  angels  dwell  5 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wanders  tell. 

PSALM    LVIIL     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
Warning  to  Adagiftrates, 

1  TUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
J    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caufe, 

When  vile  oppreffion  waftes  the  land  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  finners  'fcape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hand  ? 

2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ! 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  juilice  reigns  $ 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God  ; 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  conference  in  your  chains. 

3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  fharp,  the  poifon  ftrong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds  5 
You  hear  no  counfels,  cries  and  tears ; 
So  the  deaf  adder  flops  her  ears 

Againft  the  power  of  charming  founds. 

4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God, 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood 

And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  duft : 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rife. 
Before  the  fweeping  tempeft  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loft, 


i2«  PSALM  S. 

5  Th*  Almighty  thunders  from  the  fky, 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  fnow  diffolve  and  run  ; 
Or  mails  that  perifh  in  their  flime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun. 

6  Thus  (hall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  hear  (hall  join  and  fay, 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
"  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

"  And  will  their  fufferings  well  repay." 

PSALM    LIX.     Short  Metre. 

A  prayer  for  national  deliverance* 

j   TT^ROM  foes  that  round  us  rife, 
P     O  God  of  heav'n,  defend, 
Who  brave  the  vengeance  of  the  Ikies, 
And  with  thy  faints  contend. 

2  Behold,  from  diftant  fliores 

And  dcfart  wilds  they  come, 
Combine  for  blood  their  barb'rous  force, 
And  through  thy  cities  roam. 

3  Beneath  the  filent  (hade 

Their  fecret  plots  they  lay, 

Our  peaceful  walls  by  night  invade, 

And  wafte  the  fields  by  day. 

4  And  will  the  God  of  grace, 

Regardlefs  of  our  pain, 
Permit,  fecure,  that  impious  race 
To  riot  in  their  reign? 

5  In  vain  their  fecret  guile, 

Or  open  force,  they  prove ; 
His  eye  can  pierce  the  deepeft  veil, 
His  hand  their  ftrength  remove. 


PSALMS.  121 

{>  Yet  fave  them.  Lord,  from  dedth, 
Left  we  forget  their  doom  ; 
But  drive  them  with  thine  angry  breathy 
Through  diftant  lands  to  roam. 

1  Then  mall  our  grateful  voice 

Proclaim  our  guardian  God  ; 
The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  found  thepraife  abroad. 

PSALM     LX.     Common  Metre. 

Looking  to  God  in  the  dijlrefs  of  war, 

i  1       ORD,  thou  haft  fcourgM  our  guilty  land, 
1   J  Behold  thy  people  mourn; 
Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand, 
And  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye 

Earth's  haughty  towers  decay  : 
Thy  frowning  mantle  fpreads  the  iky. 

And  mortals  melt  away. 
I  Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  ftroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand : 
Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  hail  broke, 

And  fave  the  finking  land. 
Exalt  thy  banner  in  the  field, 

For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
From  barb'rous  hofts  our  nation  fhield, 

And  put  our  foes  tomame. 
Attend  our  armies  to  the  fight, 

And  be  their  guardian  God  ; 
i  In  vain  fhall  numerous  powers  unite 

Againft  thy  lifted  rod. 
Our  troops,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 

Shall  gain  a  glad  renown  : 
-Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  ftand, 

And  treads  the  mighty  down. 
L 


PSAL  M  S. 

LXI.     ver.   i,— 6. 

Short  Metr 

§afety  in  God. 

J22 

PSALM 


J   \H  7~HEN  overwhelm'd  with  grief 
VV      My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helplefs,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  O  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  fhelter  and  my  (hade. 

3  Within  thy  prefence,  Lord, 

Forever  I'll  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence,. 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  fhall  poflefs  the  fame. 

PSALM  XXII.  ver.  5,— 12.  Long  Metrt 

JSfo  tr ujl  in  the  creatures  ;  or,  Faith   in  divine  grm 
.and  power, 

1  1^  JTY  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 
Jl V JL   My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  j 

,  In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  (traits, 
My  foul  on  hisXalvation  waits. 

2  Trail  him,  .ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour-out  your  hearts  before  his  face  ; 

'When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-fufficient  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity  ; 
Laid  in  the  balance  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 


P  S  A  L  M  ffi  123 

4  Make  not  increafing  gold  your  trull, 
Nor  fet  your  hearts  on  glitt'ring  duft  ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
And  not  believe  what-  God  has  fpoke  ?     . 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 
Qnee  and  again  my  ears  have  heard. 
All  power  is  his  eternal  due  ; 

He  muft  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too. 

6  For  fov'reign  power  reigns  not  alone, 
•  Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne: 

Thy  grace  and  juftice,.  migh-ty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  fcft  reward. 

F  S  A  L  M     LXIII.  vm  1,  2,  5,  3, 4.  Firft  part. 

*  Common  Metre. 

The  morning  of  a  Lord's  day. 

1  "Fp  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
JT>  I  hafte  to  feek  thy  face  ; 

My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away, 

Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  fand. 

Beneath  a  burning  fky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  ft  ream  at  hand, 
And  they  muft  drink  ordie. 

3  I've  (een  thy  glory  and  thy  power, 
Through  all  thy  temple  fhine  ; 

My  God  repeat  that  heav'niy  hour, 
T"hat  vifion  ft)  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  bleftings  of  a  feaft 
Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte, 
Ami  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 

Not  life  itfeif,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  beft  pafiions  move, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  voice, 

As  thy  forgiving  love. 


124  PSALMS, 

6  Thus,  till  my  laft  expirirg  day, 
I'll  blefs  my  God  and  king  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  fing. 

PSALM    LXIIL   ver.  6,— 10.    Second  part, 
Common  Metre, 

Midnight  thoughts  recollcfted. 

i    7/TTYWAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
JL     I  thought  upon  thy  power, 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 
Amidfl  the  darkeft  hour. 

2  My  fiefh  lay  refting  on  my  bed, 

My  foul  arofe  on  high  ; 
"  My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,"  I  faid, 
"  Bring  thy  falvation  nigh." 

3  My  fpirit  labours  up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  5 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  ftill, 
While  I  purfue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  flretches  o'er  my  head 

The  iriadow  of  thy  wings  ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 

My  tongue  awakes  and  Tings. 

5  Eut  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 

Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  ; 
The  tempter  (hall  forever  ceafe, 
And  all  my  fins  be  flajn. 

6  Thy  fword  mall  give  my  foes  to  death, 

And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  in  the  deeps  of  hell. 


PSA  L  M  S.  125 

PSALM    LXIII.     Long  Metre. 
Longing  after  God;  or,  The  love  of  God  better  than  life, 

1  •~>jREAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
^Jf  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  ; 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 

Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft, 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife, 

Thou  art  my  father  and  my  God; 
And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties, 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood, 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look. 
As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 

Among  thy  faints,  a-nd  feek  thy  face, 
Oft'  I  have  feen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  power  of  fov'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits  or  wines,  that  tempt  our  tafte, 

No  pleafures  that  to  fenfe  belong,. 
Could  make  me  fo  divinely  blefl^ 

Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  fong. . 

6  My  life  itfelf,  without  thy  love, 
No  tafte  or  pleafure  could  afford, 

'Twould  but  a  tirefome  burthen  prove, 
If  I  were  banifh'd  from  the  Lord. . 

7  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  bufy  cares  afflict  my  head, 

One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight. 
And  adds  refreshment  to  my  bed. 

8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  Til  raife  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife  % 

This  work  (hall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  blefs  the  remnant  of  my  days, 
L  2 


126  PSALMS. 


■M 


P  S  A  L  M     LXIII.     Short  Metre, 
Seeking  God. 
Y  God,  permit  my  tongue 


This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taite  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 
Not  travellers  in  defert  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  power  and  glory  to  behold, 
-And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 

4  For  life  without  thy  love 

No  relim  can  afford  ; 
No  joy  can  he  compared  with  this, 
To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  Til  lift  my  hands, 

And  praife  thee  while  I  live  -f 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feaft 
Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 

6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night 

I  call  my  God  to  mind ; 
I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

/   Since  thou  haft  been  my  help, 
To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

8  The  fhadow  of  thy  wings 

My  foul  in  fafety  keeps  : 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  he  fupporfcs  my  ftcps. 


G 


PSALMS. 

3  S  A  L,  M     LXIV.     Long  Metre. 

RE  AT  God,  attend  to  my  complaint, 
Nor  let  thy  drooping  fpirit  faint  j 


When  foes  in  fecret  fpread  the  fnare, 
Let  my  falvation  be  thy  care.  , 

2  Shield  me  without,  and  guard  within, 
From  treacherous  foes  and  deadly  fin  $ 
May  envy,  luft  and  pride  depart, 
And  heav'nly  grace  expand  my  heart, 

3  Thy  juftice  and  thy  power  difplay, 
And  fcatter  far  thy  foes  away ; 
While  lift'ning  nations  learn  thy  word, 
And  faints  triumphant  blefs  the  Lord. 

4  Then  fhall  thy  church  exalt  her  voice, 
And  ail  that  love  thy  name  rejoice  ; 
By  faith  approach  thiae  awful  throne, 
And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  fon. 

PSALM  LXV.  ver.  1,-5.  Firft  part.  Long  Metr«. 
Public  prayer  and  praife. 

1  ry^HE  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 

£_     My  God  ;  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe  3. 
There  fhall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee. 

And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  thou,  whofe  mercy  bends  the  fkies, 

To  fave  when  humble  fmners  pray, 
All  lands  to  thee  fhall  lift  their  eyes. 
And  every  yielding  heart  obey. 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 

But  grace  mail  purge  away  the  ftaia  1 
The  bleod  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 

To  warn  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Biefs'd  is  the  man  whom  thou  malt  choofe, 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  5 

Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 
To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free, 


128  PSALMS. 

PAUSE. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Zion  prays  ; 

Babe],  prepare  for  long  diftrefs, 
When  Zion's  God  himfelf  arrays 
In  terroj-  and  in  righteoufnefs. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 

What  his  afflicted  faints  requeft, 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 

His  love  to  give  his  churches  refh 

7  Then  fhall  the  flocking  nations  run 

To  Zion's  hill  and  own  their  Lord  j 
The  rifmg  and  the  fetting  fun 

Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

PSALM  LXV.   v.  5,-13.  2d  part.   Long  Metre. 

Divine  Providence  in  ah\  earthy  andjea  -}  or,  The  God 

of  nature  and  grace. 

1  r  I  tHE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

J^      The  groans  of  Zion,  mix'd  with  tears  j 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defigns, 
Through  all  the  way  his  terror  mines. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remoteft  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known. 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors,  that  travel  o'er  the  floods 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God, 
When  tempefts  rage,  and  billows  roa* 
At  dreadful  diitance  from  the  more. 

4  He  bids  the  noify  tempefts  ceafe  ; 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumultuous  nation  raves, 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves* 

5  Whole  kingdoms,  fhaken  by  the  ftorm,. 
He  fettles  in   a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  efLb  luYd  by  his  hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  ftand. 


PSALMS.  Mfr- 

6  Behold,  his  enfigns  fweep  the  fky, 
New  comets  blaze,  and  light'nings  fly; 
The  heathen  lands,  with  fwift  furprife, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day, 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  weftern  hills. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fhowers. 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  drefs'd  in  flowers. 

9  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  ft  ores  on  high 
He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply ; 
He  walks  upon  the  ground,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe, 

10  The  defart  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  fruit  the  vailies  yield  ; 
The  vailies  fhout  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  neighbouring  hills  repeat  their  joys^ 

11  The  paftures  fmile  in  green  array, 
There  lambs  and  larger  caftle  play  ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  power  divine  $ 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  fhine  ; 
Through  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 
Great  God,  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM    LXV.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 

A  prayer-hearing  God ;  and  the  Gentiles  called, 

I  TQRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee  -3 
JL      There  (hall  our  vows  be  paid  ; 
Thou  haft  an  ear  when  finners  pray, 
A}\  flefh  fhall  feek  thine  and.  ' 


130  PSALM  S. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine, 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  power  and  (kill 
To  conquer  every  fin. 

3  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  chufe 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe 
To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  anfwering  what  thy  church  requeftsr 

Thy  truth  and  terror  fhine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufhefs 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defigm. 

5  Thus  mall  the  wondering  nations  fe« 

The  Lord  is  good  and  juft ; 
And  diftant  iflands  fly  to  thee, 

And  make  thy  name  their  trufh 

6  Thev  dread  thy"glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord,. 

When  figns  in  heav'n  appear  ; 
But  they  mail  learn  thy  holy  word,- 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM    LXV.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  providence  of  God  in  air,  earth,  andfea  j  or,  TZ>, 

blejjings  of  rain. 

I    JrTTIS  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand, 
Jl      God  of  eternal  pow'r  ; 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefls  ceafe  to  roar. 

*  Thy  morning  light  and  evening  fhadc 
Succeffive  comforts  bring ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvefts  glad, 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  fpring. 

3   Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 
Heav'n,  earth  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  fhowers, 
The  author  is  divine. 


P.SAL  M  S.  .231 

4  Thofe  wand'ring  citterns  In  the  fky 
Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
Whofe  wat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

.5  The  thirfty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 
And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ^ 
Thy  ways  abound  with  bleflings  ftill, 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM  LXV.    Third. part.    Common  Metre. 
The  blejjings  of  the  fpring  ;  or,  God  gives  rain, 
A  pfalrn  for  the  hufbandman. 
1  f^i  OD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 
■:VJT  ^rh°  makes  the  earth  his  care, 
Vifits  the  paftures  every  fpring, 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 

%  The  clouds,  like  rivers,  rais'd  on  high, 
Pour  out  at  his  command 
Their  wat'ry  bleflings  from  the  fky, 
To  cheer  the  thinly  land. 

3  The^bften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  ; 

The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield, 

And  the  poor  lab'rers  fing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  every  fide 

Rejoice  at  falling  fhow'rs  ; 
The  meadows,  drefsM  in  beauteous  pride., 
Perfume  the  air  with  flowers. 

5  The -barren  clods,  refrefh'd  with  rain, 

Promife  a  joyful  crop  ; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns. 

How  bounteous  are  thy  waj;s  ! 
The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  down% 
And  ihepherds  ihout  thy  praife. 


132  PSALMS. 

PSALM  LXVI.  Firft   part.  Common  Metre. 

Governing  power  and  goodnefs  ;  or,  Our  grace  tried  by 

affliclions. 

?i  -OING,  all  ye  nations  to  the  Lord, 
15   Sing  with  a  joyful  noife  ; 
With  melody  of  found  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  pow'r  that  forrn'd  the  fky, 
"  Hew  terrible  art  thou  ! 
"  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 

[3  Come,  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 
How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
In  Mofes*  hand  he  put  the  rod, 
And  clave  the  frighted  feas. 

-4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 
While  Ifrael  pafs'd  the  flood, 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy9 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

5  He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might; 

Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war? 

6  O  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe ; 

Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fufPring  fouls, 

To  make  our  graces  mine  ; 
So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 

%  Through  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways 
We  march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  pofTsfs  the  prornis'd  place 
By  thia;  unerring  hand. 


PSAL  M  S.  133 

PSALM    LXVI.    ver.   13, — 20.  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Pra'ifi  to  God  for  hearing  prayer. 

1  TVTQW  fhall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 
JJ^j    To  that  almighty  pow'r, 

That  heard  the  long  requefts  I  ma^i 
In  my  diftrefsful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies  known; 
Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 

I  fought  the  heav'nly  aid  ; 

He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell, 

And  death's  eternal  made. 

4  If  fin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart 

While  pray'r  employ'd  my  tongue, 

I     The  Lord  had  fhewn  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  blefs'd  !) 
Has  fet  my  fpirit  free, 

Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  requeil, 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

PSALM     LXVII.     Common  Metre. 
The  nation's  profperity^  and  the  church's  increafe. 

SHINE,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  mine, 
With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace  : 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  our  coafts. 
And  fhew  thy  fmiling  face. 

2  Amidft  our  realm,  exalted  his;h 
Do  thou  our  glory  ftand, 
And,  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire, 
Surround  the  fav'rite  land.] 

M 


1-34  PSALMS. 

3  When  mall  thy  name  from  fhore  to  fhore 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant lands, 

Sing  loud,  with  folemn  voice  ; 
Let  every  tongue  exalt  his  praife, 
And  every  heart  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  Judge5 

That  fits  enthron'd  above, 
In  wifdom  rules  the  world  he  made 
And  bids  them  tafte  his  love. 

6  Earth  (hall  obey  his  high  command, 

And  yield  a  full  increafe ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
With  fruitfulnefs  and  peace. 

7  God  the  Redeemer  fcatters  round 

His  choicer!:  favours  here, 

"While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 

Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 

-P  S  A  L  M     LXVJII.    ver.    i,— 6,    32,-35 
Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
The  "vengeance  and  compajjion  of  God. 

1   T     ET  God  arife  in  all  his  might, 

L/  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight ; 

As  fmoke,  that  fought  to  cloud  the  fkies, 

Before  the  rifing  tempeft  flies. 
La  He  comes,  array'd  in  burning  -flames- $ 

Juitice  and  Vengeance  are  his  names : 

Behold,  his  fainting  foes  expire, 

Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire  !] 
3  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  fkyj 

His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  j 

Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fons  of  grace  ; 

Ye  faints,  rejoice  before  feis  face„* 


PSALMS  135 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  (harp  diftrefs  ! 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
A  Judge  that's  jufty  a  Father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again  ; 
But  rebels,-  that  difpute  his  will,, 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  ftill. 

PAUSE.- 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong  : 
His  wortd'rous  names  and  powers  rehearfe, 
His  honours  ihall  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  fhakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms  ; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  Ifrael  are  his  mercies  known,. 
Ifrael  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  King,,  pronounce  him  blefs'd  ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft  ! 
When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint, 

God  is  the  itrength  of  every  faint. 

PSALM    LXVIII.  ver.   17,   18.  Second  part. 

Long  Metre. 

ChrlJPs  Afcenfion^  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit. 

1  T     ORD,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high, 
\  J  Ten  thoufand  angels  fill'd  the  fky  ; 

Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  ftate. 

2  "Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there, 
While  he  pronoune'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  {truck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains,  like  captives,  led, 


13&  PSALMS. 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  his  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM    LXVIII.    ver.   19,  9,  20,  21,  22, 

Third  part.  Long  Metre. 

Praife  fir  temporal  blejjings ;  or,  Common  and  /pedal 

mercies. 

1  "WT^  Weft  the  Lord,  thejuft,  the  good, 

\  y      Who  fills  our  heart  with  heav'nly  food  j 
Who  pours  his  bleifings  from  the  fkies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 

2  He  fends  his  fun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground; 
He  bids  the  clouds,  with  plenteous  rain, 
Refreih  the  thirny  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong  ; 

He  heals  the  weak,  and  guards  the  ftrong. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  Tinner  prove 
The  common  bleffings  of  his  love  ; 
But  the  wide  difference  that  remains 
Is  endlefs  joy  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord,  that  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 
On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  mall  tread, 

The  ftubborn  Tinner's  heart  confound, 
And  fmite  him  with  a  lafting  wound. 

6  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  fhall  raife 
From  the  deep  earth  or  deeper  feas  ; 
And  bring  them  to  his  court  above, 
There  fhall  they  tafte  his  fpecial  love. 


PSALMS.  137 

PSALM     LXIX.     ver.   1,-14.    Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 
Thejufferings  of  Chriji  for  our  fahaiion. 
r   «  QAVE  me,  O  God,  the  {welling  floods 
^  "  Break  in  upon  my  foul  : 
M  I  link,  and  forrows  o'er  my  head 
"  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

I "  I  cry  'till  all  my  voice  be  gone, 
"  In  tears  I  wafte  the  day  ; 
"  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
"  And  fhorten  my  delay. 

I  "  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 
"  And  ftill  their  number  grows  ; 
"  More. than  the  hairs  around  my. head,  ■ 
"  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

j.  "  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt. 
"  That  men  could  never  pay, 
"  And  gave  thofe  henours  to  thy  law 
"  -Which  finners  took. away." 

;    Thus,  in  the  great  Meffiah's  name, 
The  royal  prophet  mourns  ; 
Thus  he. awakes  our  heart  to  grief,  . 
And  gives  us  joy-by  turns, 

>   "  Now  fh all  the  faints  rejoice  and  find  1 
"Salvation  in  my  name,. 
u  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  .load  ■. 
"  Of  forrow,  pain,,  and  fhame.  . 

'  ct  G  rief,  like  a  garment,  cioth'd  me  round, . 
"  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs5  . 
"  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  fouls 
"  A  robe  of  righteoufnefs.  , 

]  u  Amongft  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 
"  I  like  a  ftranger  ftood, 
"-And  bore  their  vile  reproach,  to  brings  , 
"The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 


138  PSALM  S. 

9  "I  came  in  finful  mortals*  ftead 

"  To  do  my  Father's  will, 
"  Yet  when  I  cleans'd  my  Father's  notify 
"  They  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

10  "  My  faftings  and  my  holy  groans 

"  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong  ; 
"  But  God,  from  his  celeftial  throne, 
"  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

11  "He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 

u  Where  fears  befet  me  round  ; 
"  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 
"  On  well  eftablifh'd  ground. 

12  "  'Twas  in  a  moft  accepted  hour 

"  My  pray'r  arofe  on  high, 
"  And  for  my  fake,  my  God  fhall  hear 
"  The  dying  finner's  cry." 


PSALM     LXIX.   ver.  14, — 21,  26,  29,  32, 

Second  part.    Common  Metre. 
The  pajfion  and  exaltation  of  Chrifl. 

1  XTOW  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear, 
j\|     And  mournful  pleafure,  fing 
The  fufT'rings  of  our  great  High  Priefr, 

The  forrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diftrefs  j 

How  high  the  waters  rife  ! 
While  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  ear 
He  fends  perpetual  cries. 

3  "  Hear  me,   O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son, 

"  Nor  hide  thy  fmiling  face, 
"  Why  mould  thy  fav'rite  look  like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  "  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man 

"  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
"  While  for  a  facrihce  I  pour 
"  My  life  upon  the  ground. 


PSALMS.  139 

5  *<  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  duft, 
"  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 
"  Their  (harp  infulting  flanders  add 
u  Frefh  anguifh  to  my  pain. 

3  "  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 
"  The  fcandal  and  the  fhame  ; 
"  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 
u  And  has  defiPd  my  name. 

1  "  I  look'd  for  pity  but  in  vain ; 
"  My  kindred  are  my  grief ; 
"  I  afk  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
"  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

;  8  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirft, 
"  They  give  me  gall  for  food  ; 
"  And,  fporting  with  my  dying  groans, 
"  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

"  Shine  into  my  diftrefled  foul, 

"  Let  thy  compailion  fave  ; 
u  And  though  my  flefh  fink  down  to  death, 

"  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 
10  "  I  fhall  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 

"  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown, 
"  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God, 

"Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne." 

PSALM  LXIX.  Third  part.  Common  Metre, 

'Chri/l's  obedience  and  death ;  or,  God  glorified  and /in- 
ner s  J  aved. 

1  TT^ATHER,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace, 
F     I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name, 
He  brought  falvation  for  the  poor, 

And  bore  the  finner's  fhame. 

2  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high, 
His  duty  and  his  zeal 

FulfilPd  the  law  which  mortals  broke3 
And  finifh'd  all  thy  will. 


1-40  PSALMS. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs, 

Shall  better  pleafe  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found, 
Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 

4  This  (hall  his  humble  foll'wers  fee, 

And  "fet  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  forever  blefs'd. 

5  Let  heav'n  and  all  that  dwell  on  high 

To  God  their  voices  raife, 
While  lands  and  feas  affift  the  fky, 
And  join  t'advance  his  praife. 

6  Zion  is  thine,  molt  holy  God  ; 

Thy  fon  fhall  blefs  her  gates  ; 
And  glory  purchas'd  by  his  blood, 
For  thine  own  Ifrael  waits. . 

PSALM     LXIX.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre, 
ChrlJVs  pajjion,  and  finners1  fahation. 

1  TT-^EEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 

\  J  The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lord  j 
Behold  the  rifing  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul  I 

2  In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath, 
While  hofts  of  hell,  and  powers  of  death. 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 
To  execute  their  curs'd  defign. 

3  Yet,,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Has  made  the  curfe  a  blefiing  prove ;  . 
Thofe  dreadful  fuff'rings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  crimes  which  we  have  done* 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honours  of  thy  law  rettor'd  \ 
His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known,  . 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 


PSALMS.  141 

5  O  for  his  fake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  finner  live  ; 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  fhall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  fhame. 

PSALM     LXIX.    ver.  7,  &c.  Second  part, 
Long  Metre. 

Cbriji1 5  fufferings  and  zeal. 

1  J?  ■"VWAS  for  our  fake,  eternal  God, 

Thy  Son  fuftain'd  that  heavy  load 
Of  bafe  reproach,  and  fore  difgrace, 
While  fhame  denFd  his  facred  face. 

2  The  Jews,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  that  check'd  their  fin; 
While  he  fulfill'd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him  but  without  a  caufe, 

"3  "  My  Father's  houfe,"  faid  he,  "  was  made 
"  A  place  for  worfhip,  not  for  trade ;" 
Then,  fcatt'ring  all  their  gold  and  brafs, 
He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place.] 

'4  Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confurn'd  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood : 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown 

\    He  felt  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

15  His  friends  forfook,  his  followers  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head ; 
They  curfe  him  with  a  fland'rous  tongue, 

U   And  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong.] 

|6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
:.   And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies  : 
They  nail  him  to  the  mameful  tree* 
There  hung  the  man  that  died  for  me.] 

But  God  beheld ;  and,  from  his  throne, 
I   Marks  out  the  men  that  hate  his  Son  ; 

The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
[  Shall  pour  the  vengeance  on  their  head, 


14*  PSALMS. 


■i 


F  S  A  L  M    LXX.    Common  Metre.- 

Priteclion  againjt  perfonal  enemies, 
N  haffe,  O  God,  attend  my  call. 


Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
Oh  let  thy  fpeed  prevent  my  fail. 
And  ftill  my  hope  fuftain. 

2  When  foes  infidious  wound  my  name,. 

And  tempt  my  foul  to  ftray, 
Then  let  them  fall  with  lafting  fhame,. 
To  their  own  plots  a  prey. 

3  While  all  that  love  thy  face  rejoice,. 

And  glory  in  thy  word, 

In  thy  falvation  raife  their  voice, 

And  magnify  the  Lord. 

4  O  thou  my  help  in  time  of  need, 

Behold  my  fore  difmay  ; 
In  pity  haflen  to  my  aid, 
.    .        Nor  let  thy  grace  delay.. 

F  S  A  L  M     LXXI.    ver.  5,-9.    Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  aged  faint's  reflection  and  hope, 

I   °\yf"Y  God,  my  everlafti^g  hope, 
jLY J[   I  live  upon  thy  truth  j 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  ftrength'ned  all  my  youth. 

a  My  flefh  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  power, 
With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine  ; 
And,  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
Pve  been' entirely  thine. 

3,  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  ken 
Repeated  every  year; 
Behold,  my  days  that  yet  remain 
I  truft  them  to  thy  care. 


V  S  A  T,  M  S.  ,143 

(.  Caft  me  not  off  when  ftrength, declines. 
When  hoary -hairs  arife  ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  (hine, 
Whene'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

5  Then,  in  the  bifVry  of  my  age. 
When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  every  page, 
In  every  line  thy  praife. 

I 
S  A  L  M    LXXI.  ver.  15,  14,  16, 123,  22,  2-^ 

Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
Chrift  our  jirengih  and  righteoufnefu 
i  ~\  JTY  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend, 
XyJL   When. I  begin  thv  praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end5 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

I  Thou  art  myfeverlafting  trufl, 
Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  ! 
And  fince  I  knew  thy  graces  firflj, 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 
I  Myfeet  fhall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celefHal  road, 
And  march  with  courage,  in  thy  flrength2 
To  fee  my  Father  God. 

When  I  am  filPd  with  fore  diftrefs 

For  fome  furprifing  iln, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteoufnefs, 

And  mention  none  but  thine. 

How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vidVries  of  my  King  ! 
My  foul,  redeem'd  from  fin  and  hell. 

Shall  thy  falvation  fing. 

[6  My  tongue  (hall  all  the  day  proclaim 
My  Savioar  and  m.y  God, 
.His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  fhame, 
And  fav'd  me  by  his  blood. J 


144  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

7  Awake,  awake  my    tuneful  pow'rs ; 
With  this  delightful  fong 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 
Nor  think  the  feafon  long. 

P  S  A  L  M    LXXI.    ver.   17,— 21.  Third  par 
Common  Metre. 

The  agecFChri/liar?  sprayer  and  for?  ;  or,  Old  age ^  deatl 
and  the  refurreclion. 

1  y^>(OD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 
V^JT  The  guide  of  all  my  days, 

I  have  declar'd  thy  heav'nly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wond'rous  ways. 

2  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart; 

Who  mall  fuftain  my  finking  years 

If  God,  my  ftrength,  depart? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

Before  the  riling  age, 
And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name, 
When  I  mail  quit  the  ftage. 

4  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  ; 
O  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love. 

PAUSE. 

5  Thy  righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 

Unfearchable  thy  deeds  ; 
Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  iky, 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  has  prefs'd  me  fore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 


PS  AL  M  S.  H5 

7  By  Ions;  experience  have  I  known 
Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 
§  When  I  He  buried  deep  in  duft, 
My  flefli  fhall  be  thy  care  ; 
Tbefe  wither'd  limbs  with  thee  I  truft 
To  raife  them  ftrong  and  fair. 

PS  A  L  M    LXXIL    Firft   part.    Long    Metre. 

¥7?e  kingdom  of  Chrijl. 

I   /^><  RE  AT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 
VJT  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obeys 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

2.  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heaven  fubmits  to  his  commands ; 
His  jufctce  mall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  power  he  vindicates  the  juft, 
And  treads  th'  oppreflar  in  the  duff. ; 
His  worfhip  and  his  fear  fhall  laft, 
Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  pafl. 

As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown 
So  fhall  he  fend  his  influence  down; 
His  grace  on  fainting -fouls  diftills 
Like  heavenly  dew  on  thirffy  hills. 

The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  fhades  of  overfpreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  firft  dawning  light, 
And  defarts  blofTom  at  the  fight. 

6   The  faints  fhall  fiourifh  in  his  days, 
Drefs'd  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife  ; 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne, 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

N 


146  PSALMS. 

PSALM  LXXII.   Second  part.  Long  Metre. 

Cbri/Pi  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles, 

I    YE  SUS  fliall  reign  where'er  the  fun 
J    Does  his  fucceffive  journeys  run: 
His  kingdom  ftretch  from  fhore  to  more, 
Till  moons  fhall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

[2  Behold  the  nations  with  their  kings  ; 
There  Europe  her  beft  tribute  brings  ; 
From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Perfia,  glorious  to  behold, 
And  India  mines  in  eaftern  gold  ; 
While  weftern  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  favage  tribes  attend  his  word.] 

4  For  him  (hall  endlefs  prayer  be  made, 
And  endlefs  praifes  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name  like  fvveet  perfume  fhall  rife 
With  every  morning  facrince. 

5  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fvveeteft  fong  ; 
And  infant-voices  fhall  proclaim 
Their  early  blefiings  on  his  name. 

£  ElefEngs  abound  where'er  he  reigns  ; 
The  joyful  pris'ner  burfts  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 
And  all  the  fons  of  want  are  bleft. 

[7   Where  he  difplays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more; 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 
More  bleflings  than  their  father  loft. 

8  Let  e\  erv  creature  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  king  : 
Angels  cefcend  with  fongs  again, 
And  earth  repeats  the  loud  amen*] 


*f,A 


PSALM  S.  147 

PSALM  LXXIII.    Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 
JjffHSied faints  happy^  and profperous  finners  curfe, 

1  IkT^W  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
£%|.    To  men  of  heart  fmcere, 

Yet  once  my  foolifh  thoughts  repiird, 
And  bord'red  on  defpair. 

2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 

And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 
44  How  pleafant  and  profane  they  live  -s 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

"  With  well  fed  fleih  and  haughty  eye-s 
"  They  lay  their  fears  to  lleep  ; 

"  Againft  the  heav'ns  their  (landers  rife, 
"  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

"  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

"  And  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain  ; 

"  For  I  am  chafi'ned  all  the  day, 

"  The  night  renews  my  pain." 

Yet  while  my  tongue  indulg'd  complaint?, 

I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 
"  Sure  I  fhail  thus  offend  thy  faints, 

"J And  grieve  the  men  I  love." 

But  ftill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 

'The  conflicl:too  fevere, 
'Till  I  retiYd  to  fearch  thy  word. 
And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 

There,  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 

I  faw  the  finner  fit 
High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place, 

Befide  a  firey  pit. 

I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boafr, 

'Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell ; 
His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 

And  he  awakes  in  hell. 


14-8  PSALMS. 

9  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was  ! 
How  like  a  though tlefs  beaft  ! 
Thus  to  fufpecl:  thy  promis'd  grace, 
And  think  the  wicked  bleft. 

io  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  defpair, 
Upheld  by  power  unknown  ; 
That  bleiTed  hand  that  broke  the  fnarc 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

PSALM   LXXIII.  ver.  23,-28.  Second  Part.. 

Common  Metre. 

God  our  portion  here  and  hereafter. 

1  ^>jOD,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 
VJJT  My  help  forever  near, 

1  nine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  finking  in  defpair. 

2  Thy  counfels,  Lord,  fhall  guide  my  feet 

Through  life's  bewilder'd  race  $ 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat, 

To  dwell  before  thv  face. 

j 

3  Were  I  in  beav'n  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  : 
And  whilft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  Ions;  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  mould  break, 

And  flefh  and  heart  mould  faint, 
God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 
The  ftrength  of  every  faint. 

5  Behold  the  Tinners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  prefence  die  ; 
Not  all  the  idol-gods  they  love 

Can  iave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  fvveet  employ  ; 
My  tongue  (hall  found  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 


PSALMS.  149 

PSALM  LXXIil.  v.  22,  3,  6,  17,-20. Long  Metre. 
The  pro/per tiy  of  (inner s  curfed. 

1  "I"     ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I5 

[  j  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 
To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 

In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  (bine. 

2  But,  oh,  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  ! 

Thy  fancluary  taught  me  fo  : 

On  fiipp*ry  rocks  I  fee  them  ftand 

And   firey  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 

I'll  never  envy  them  again  ; 
There  they  may  ftand  with  haughty  eyes, 
'Till  ihey  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain. 

4  Their  fancied  joys,  how  fail  they  flee  ! 

Like  dreams,  as  fleeting  and  as  vain  y 
Their  fongs  of  fofteft  harmony 

Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  pain. 

5  Now  I  eireem  their  mirth  and  wine 

Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  blood  -y 
Lord,   'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 
PSALM     LXXIIL     Short  Metre.. 
The  ?mftery  of  Providence  unfolded. 
I   QURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
^  Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 
Though  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud,  , 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 
2.1  faw  the  wicked  rife, , 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
While  haughty  fools  with  fcornful  eyes \ 
In  robes  of  honour  (bine.  . 
[3  Pamper'd  with  wanton  e?fe, 

Their  fiefh  looks  full  and  fair, 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas5 
And  grows  without  their  care.. 
N  2: 


150  PSALMS. 

4  Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 

That  pious  fouls  endure, 
Through  all  their  life  oppreflion  reigns. 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  blafpheme 

The  everlafting  God  : 
Their  malice  blafts  the  good  man's  name, 
And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad. 

6  But  I  with  flowing  tears 

Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife ; 
"  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 
*J  The  things  below  the  fkies  I" 

7  The  tumult  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe, 
'Till  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought, 
To  learn  thy  juftice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  power 

Did  my  miftake  amend  ; 
I  view'd  the  finners  life  before, 
But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 

9  On  what  a  flipp'ry  fteep 

The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go  ! 
And,  oh  !  That  dreadful  flrey  deep 
That  waits  their  fall  below  ! 

10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  ; 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

PSALM     LXXIV.     Common  xMetre. 

The  church  pleading  with  God  under  fore  perfecutio? 

I   TTTILL  God  forever  caft  us  off? 
VV     H»s  wrath  forever  fmoke 
Againft  the  people  of  his  love— « 
His  little  chofen  flock  I 


PSALMS.  151 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 

With  their  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 

Where  once  thy  glory  flood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hafte, 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls  ; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wafte 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang, 

Thy  foes  profanely  rage  ; 
Amid  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang, 
And  there  their  hofts  engage. 

5  How  are  the  feats  of  wormip  broke  r 

They  tear  the  buildings  down, 
And  he  that  deals  the  heavieft  ftroke 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  W~ith  flames  they  threaten  to  deftroy 

Thy  children  in  their  reft ; 
c£  Come,  let  us  burn  at  once"  (they  cry) 
"  The  temple  and  the  prieft." 

q  And,  ffciil  to  highten  our  diftrefs, 
Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  power  and  grace, 
Thy  power  and  grace  are  gone. 

8  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  grief, 

But  all  in  filence  mourn  ; 

Nor  knows  the  times  of  our  relief. 

The  hour  of  thy  return. 

PAUSE. 

g  How  long,  eternal  God,  how  long 
Shall  men  of  pride  blafpheme ; 
Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  fong, 
And  bear  immortal  fhame  ? 

10  Canft  thou  forever  fit  and  hear 
Thy  holy  name  profan'd — 
And  {till  thy  jealoufy  forbear, 
And  ilili  withhold  thy  hand  P 


152  PSALM  S. 

11  What  ftrange  deliv'ranee  had  thou  fhewn 

In  ages  long  before  ; 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore. 

12  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  fea 

By  thy  refiftlefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way, 
And  then  fecure  their  flight. 

13  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 

Didft  thou  not  bid  the  morning  fhine, 

And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 

14  Hath,  not  thy  power  form'd  ev'ry  coaft, 

And  fet  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  fummer's  heat,  and  winter's  froft, 
In  their  perpstuai  rounds  ? 

15  And  mall  the  fons  of  earth  and  duft 

That  facred  power  blafpheme  ! 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  form'd  them  fir  ft 
Avenge  thine  injur 'd  name  ? 

16  Think  on  the  cov'nant  thou  haft  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love  -, 
Nor  le<  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
And  vex  thy  trembling  doye, 

17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 

And  make  our  hope  their  jeft  ; 
Plead  thine  own  caufe,  almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  reft. 

PSALM    LXXV.  Long  Metre. 

Pra'ifc  to  God  for  the  return  of  peace, 

I    'T^  ^ee,  molt  high  and  holy  God, 

JL      To  thee  our  thankful  hearts  we  raife  ; 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  abroad — 

Thy  wondrous  works  demand  our  praife, 


P  S  A  L  M  S.  x-53 

To  flav'r.ydoom'd,  thy  chofen  Tons 
Beheld  their  foes  triumphant  rife  ; 

And,  fore  opprefs'd  by  earthly  thrones, 

They  fought  the  fov'reign  of  the  ikies. 

3  'Tvvas  then,  great  God,  with  equal  power 

Arofe  thy  vengeance  and  thy  grace, 
To  fcourge  their  legion  from  the  fhore, 
And  fave  the  remnant  of  thy  race. 

4  Thy  hand,  that  form'd  the  reftlefs  main, 

And  rear'd  the  mountain's  awful  head. 
Bade  raging  feas  their  courfe  reftrain, 
And  defert  wilds  receive  their  dead. 

5  Such  wonders  never  come  by  chance, 

Nor  can  the  winds  fuch  bleffings  blow | 
JTis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  Let  haughty  tyrants  fink  their  pride, 

Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcornful  head, 
But  lay  their  impious  thoughts  afide, 

And  own  the  empire  God  hath  made. 

PSALM  LXXVI.     Common  Metre. 
Ifrael  favedj  and  the  Affyrians  dejiroyed  -3  or,  God's  ven- 
geance againft  his  enemies  proceeds  from  his  church* 
i    TN  Judah  God  of  old  was  known; 
_l  His  name  in  Ifrael  great; 
In  Salem  Hood  his  holy  throne,. 
And  Zion  was  his  feat. 

1  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 
His  dwelling  there  he  chofe  j 
There  he  received  their  juft  complaints 
Againft  their  haughty  foes. 

From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 
And  broke  that  threat'ning  fpear ; 

The  bows,  the  arrows,  and  the  fword, 
And  crufh'd  th'  A/Tynan  war* 


154  PSALMS. 

4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdom  elfe 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 
The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

5  'Twas  Zion's  king  that  ftopt  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  ; 
The  men  of  might  fleep-faft  in  death, 
That  quells  their  warlike  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horfe  and  chariot  fell  : 
Who  knows   the  terror  of  thy  rod  ? 
Thy  vengeance,  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  power  can  ftand  before  thy  fight 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heav'n  fhines  round  with  dreadful  light, 
The  earth  adores  and  fears. 

8  When  God  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways 

Comes  down  to  fave  th'  oppreft, 
The  wrath  of  man  mall  work  his  praife5 
And  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 

[9  Vows  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring ; 
Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  ; 
His  terrors  fhake  the  proudeft  king, 
And  fmite  his  armies  dov/n. 

10  The  thunder  of  his  (harp  rebuke 
Our  haughty  foes  mall  feel  ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 
But  dwells  in  Zion  ftill.] 

PSALM  LXXVII.  Firflpart.  Common  Metre 

Melancholy  aflaulting^  and  hope  prevailing, 

I   riFVO  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 
JL     I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  hour,  when  trouble  rofe, 
And  fill'd  my  heart  with  fear. 


PSALMS.  155 

Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 

My  foul  refus'd  relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  the juft  and  wife, 

But  thoughts  increased  my  grief. 
Still  I  complain'd,  and  Mill  oppreft, 

My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,   thy  wrath  forbade  my  reft. 

And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 
My  overwhelming  forrows  grew, 

'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  ; 
Then  I  within  myi'elf  withdrew, 

And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 
I  call'd  back  years  and  antient  times, 

When  I  beheld  thy  face  ; 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  feeret  crimes 

That  might  withhold  thy  grace. 
I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 

Which  I  enjoy'd  before  ; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind— 

His  face  appear  no  more  ? 
Will  he  forever  caft  me  off 

His  promife  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love-? 

Shall  anger  ftill  prevail  ? 
But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 

This  dark,  defpairing  frame, 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought; 

Thy  hand  is  ftill  the  fame. 
I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  of  recov'ri ng  grace, 

When  flefh  could  hope  no  more. 
3  Grace  dwelt  with  juftice  on  the  throne  ; 

And  men  that  love  thy  word 
Have  in  thy  fanetuary  known 

The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 


156  PSALMS. 

PSALM  LXXV1I.   Second  part.  Common  Metre, 
Comfort  derived fro?n  ancient  providence  ;   or,   Ifrael  de- 
livered from  Egypt,  and  brought  to  Canaan. 

1  "  TTOW  awful  is   thy  chaft'ning  rod  ?" 

1    J_   (May  thy  own  children  lay  ;) 
"  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God  J 
"  How  holy  is  his  way  !" 

2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old, 

Who  reigns  in  heav'n  above; 
I'll  hear  his  ancient,  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  truft  his  love. 

3  He  faw  the  houfe  of  Jacob  lie 

With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft ; 
Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry; 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 

4  The  fons  of  pious  Jacob  feem'd 

Abandon'd  to  their  foes  -,} 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
The  nation  whom  he  chofe. 

5  From  flavifh  chains  he  fets  them  free, 

They  follow  where  he  calls  ; 
He  bade  them  venture  through  the  fea, 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  waters  faw  thee  come  ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  ltood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

y  Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  fea, 
Thy  footfleps,  Lord,   unknown; 
Terrors  attend  the  wondrous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

[8  Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 

Through  clouds  and  darknefs  broke  j 
All  heav'n  in  lightning  mone  around, 
And  earth  with  Thunder  {hook. 


PSALMS.  757 

9  Thine  arrows  through  the  Ikies  were  hurl'd ; 
How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprife  and  trembling  feiz'd  the  world5 
And  all  his  faints  ador'd.. 

JO  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock-; 
And,  fafe  by  Mofes'  hand, 
Through  a  dry  defert  led  his  Hock 
To  Canaan's  promis'd  land.] 

PSALM  LXXVIII.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 

Providence  of  God  recorded',  or,  Pious  educatim  and 
inftruBion  of  children, 

I   n       ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
JL/  Which  God  performed  of  old, 
Which  irv  our  younger  years  we  faw» 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

■2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known, 
His  works  of  power  and  grace  s 
Andfwe'U  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  every  riling  race. 

3  Our  lips  mail  tell  them  to  our  fons, 

And  they  again  to  their's, 
That  generations  yet  unborn 

May  teach  them  to  their  heirs, 

4  Thus  (hall  they  learn  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  fecurely  {lands, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  worksf 
But  pra&ife  his  commands. 

PSALM  LXXVIII.  Second  part.  Common  Metre, 

JjraeVs  rebellion  and  punijhmeni ;  or,   The  fins  and 

chajlifemenis  of  God's  people. 

3  f\  WHAT  a  ftiff  rebellious  houfe 
\^J  Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
Falfe  to  their  own  moft  folemn  vows? 
And  to  their  Maker's  grace  I 
O 


15*  PSALMS, 

2  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 

And  did  his  laws  defpife  ; 
Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  power  before  their  eyes  ! 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  'light, 

From  his  avenging  hand : 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  ftubborn  land  ! 

4  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 

And  march'd  with  fafety  thro', 
With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way,J 
'Till  they  had  'fcap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  wondrous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 

Compos'd  of  (hade  and  light ; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  fhelt'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirft  fupply'd, 

The  gufhing  waters  flow'd, 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
Along  the  defert  road. 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  Moll  High, 

And  dar'd  diftruft  his  hand  : 

"  Can  he  with   bread  our  hoft  fupply 

"  Amidft  this  barren  land  ?M 

8  The  Lord,  with  indignation,  heard, 

And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame  ; 
His  terrors  ever  itand  prepar'd 
To  vindicate  his  name. 

PSALM  LXX VIII.  Third  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  puni/hment  of  luxury  aud  intemperance ;   or, 

Chaflifement  and Jalvation. 

i   T  T  7TiEN  Ifrael  finn'd,  the  Lord  reprovM, 
VV     And  fiU'd  their  hearts  with  dread; 
Yet  he  forgave  the  men  he  lov'd, 
And  fcnt  them  heavenly  bread. 


PSALMS.  159 

He  fed  them  with  a  liberal  hand. 

And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 

He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  provifion  down. 

The  manna,  like  a  morning  mower. 

Lay  thick  around  their  feet ; 
The  food  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure5 

As  though  'twere  angels  meat. 

But  they,  in  murmuring  language,  faid, 

"  Is  manna  all  our  feaft  ? 
**  We  lothe  this  light,  this  airy  bread, 

«  We  muft  have  flefh  to  taftes'? 

K  Ye  fhall  have  nefti  to  pleafe  your  luft,'* 

The  Lord  in  wrath  reply  *d; 
And  fent  them  quails,  like  fand  or  dufr? 

Heap'd  up  on  every  fide. 

He  gave  them  ail  their  own  defire ; 

And,  greedy,  as  they  fed, 
His  vengeance  burnt  with  fecret  fire, 

And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 

When  fome  were  (lain,  the  reft  returnM 
And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears  ; 

Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd. 
But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 

Oft  he  chaftis'd,  and  ft  ill  forgave, 

'Till,  by  his  gracious  hand, 
The  nations  he  refolv'd  to  fave 

PofTefs'd  the  promis'd  land. 

PSALM  LXXVIII.  ver.  32,  &c.  Fourth   part, 
Long  Metre. 
BackJIiding  and  forgivenejs  ;   or,  Sin  punijhed^  and 
faints  faved. 
I   S^i  RE  AT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove, 
\JT  By  turns,  thine  anger  and  thy  love  ! 
There,  in  a  glafs,  our  hearts  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 


i6o  PSALM  S. 

2  How  Toon  the  faithleis  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought  f 
Then  they  provok'd  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  power,  nor  truft  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  confum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A  tedious  march  through  unknown  ways 
Wore  out  their  ftrength,  and  fpent  their  days. 

4  Oft,  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flain, 
They  mourn'd,  and  fought  the  Lord  again, 
CalUd  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer,  and  their  God. 

5  Their  prayers  and  vows  before  him  rife, 
As  flatt'ring  words,  or  folemn  Jies, 
Whilt  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Falfe  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  could  his  fovereign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  defervM  to  live  5 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 

Or  elfe  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  faw  their  flefh  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  faw  temptations  (till  prevail ; 
The  God  of  Abram  lov'd  them  ftill, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXIX.     Long  Metre. 
For  the  diftrefi  of  war. 
EHOLD,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes 


B 


Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade  ; 
Thy  holy  temple  ftands  defil'd, 

In  dull:  thy  facred  walls  are  laid. 
Wide  o'er  the  vallies  drench'd  in  bloody 

Thy  people  fall'n  in  death  remain ; 
The  fowls  of  heav'n  their  fleih  devour, 

And  favage  beafts  divide  the  flain. 


PSALMS.  161 

3  Th'  infulting  foes,  with  impious  rage, 

Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face  ; 
"  Where  is  your  God  of  boafted  power, 

"  And  where  the  promife  of  his  grace  r'5 

4  Deep  from  the  prifon's  horrid  glooms, 

Oh  hear  the  mournful  captives  figh, 
And  let  thy  fov'reign  power  reprieve 

7xhe  trembling  fouls  comdemn'd  to  die. 

5  Let  thofe,  who  dar'd  t'  infult  thy  reign, 

Return  difmay'd  with  endlefs  fhame, 
While  heathens,  who  thy  grace  defpife, 

Shall  from  thy  vengeance  learn  thy  name, 

6  So  (hall  thy  children,  freed  from  death, 

Eternal  fongs  of  honor  raife, 
And  every  future  age  fhall  tell 

Thy  fovereign  power  and  pard'ning  grace. 

PSALM   LXXX.  Long  Metre. 

The  church's  prayer  under  affliSiion ;  or,  The  vineyaYd 
cf  God  wafted. 

1  /^  RE  AT  Shepherd  of  thine  IfraeJ, 
\J"  Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dwell,, 
And  led  the  tribes*  thy  chofen  fheep, 

Safe  through  the  defert  and  the  deep— 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  defert,  Lord, 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  light  afford  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  Ugh  no  more. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heavenly  hofts  obey. 
How  long  fhall  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  fhall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4  Inftead  of  wine  and  chearful  bread, 

Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fedy 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more, 

Q2 


i6a  PSALMS. 

PAUSE    the  firft. 

5  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ? 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heavenly  dews  enrich  the  ground  r 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  {hoot, 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit  ? 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

7  Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defac'd  ? 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  againft  her  join, 
And  every  beaft  devours  the  vine. 

S   Return,  almighty  God,  return  ; 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  j 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fha!l  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

PAUSE    the  fecond. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine,  in  Canaan  grew. 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength  and  glory  too  ; 
Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 

'Till  the  fair  branch  of  promife  rofe. 

10  F^ir  branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  (hoot 
From  Davii's  ftock,  from  Jacob's  root ; 
Himfeiranoble  vine,  and  we 

The  letter  branches  of  the  tree. 

11  'Tis  thy  own  Sen  ;  and  he  {hall  ftand, 
Girt  with  thy  ftrength,  at  thy  right  hand  j 
Thy  firft-bom  Son,   adorn'd  and  blefs'd 
With  power  and  grace  above  the  reft. 

12  O  !  for  his  fake,  attend  our  cry, 
Shine  on  thy  churches,  left  they  die  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  mall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more 


P  S  A  L  M  S.  163 

IPSALM   LXXXI.   ver.   1,  8,— 16.'  Short  Metre. 

The  warning  of  God  to  his  people  ;  or,  Spiritual  bkffings 
and  punijbments, 

1  QING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
J5   And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 
God  is  ourftrength,  our  Saviour  God  j 

Let  Ifrael  hear  his  voice. 

2  "From  idols  falfe  and  vain 
"  Preferve  my  rights  divine  ; 

"  I  am  the  Lord  who  broke  thy  chain 
"  Of  flavery  and  of  fin. 

"  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 

"  And  I'll  fupply  them  well  y 
"  But  if  ye  will  refufe  your  God3 

"  If  Ifrael  will  rebel  j 

"  I'll  leave  them,"  faith  the  Lord, 

"  To  their  own  lufls  a  prey, 
"  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road ) 

"  'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 

5  "  Yet,  O  !  that  all  my  faints 

"  Would  hearken  to  my  voice ! 
"  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complairfts5 
"  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  "  While  I  deftroy  their  foes, 

« I'll  richly  feed  my  flock, 
".And  they  mall  tafte  the  ftream  that  flows 
"From  their  eternal  rock." 

PS  A  L  M    LXXXII.  Long  Metre. 

God  the  fupr erne  governor ;  or,  Magiflrates  warned* 

I      /%     MONG  th'  affemblies  of  the  great, 
£X.  A  greater  ruler  takes  his  feat ; 
The  God  of  heav'n,  as  judge,  furveys 
Thofe  gods  on  earth  and  all  their  ways* 


164  PSALM  S. 

2  Why  will  ye  frame  oppreflive  laws  ? 
Or  why  fupport  th'  unrighteous  caufe  ? 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 
That  foes  may  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know  5 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  j 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 

For  they  ihall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
Poftefs  his  univerfal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  ; 
He  is  our  judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM     LXXXIII.     Short  Metre. 
A  complaint  agalnfl  perfecutors. 

1  A   ND  will  the  God  of  grace 
Jf"\_  Perpetual  filence  keep  ? 
The  God  of  juftice  hold  his  peace,. 

And  let  his  vengeance  fleep  ? 

2  B*hold  what  curfed  fnares 

The  men  of  mifchief  fpread  ; 
The  men  that  hate  thy  faints  and  thee 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 

3  Agalnft  thy  hidden  ones 

Their  counfek     ;cjv  employ, 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Purfues  them  to  deftroy. 

4  u  Gome,  let  us  join,"  they  cry, 

u  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
*'  'Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 
"  Nor  mem'ry  fhall  be  found." 

5  Awake,  almighty  God, 

And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind  ; 
Give  them,  like  forefts,  to  the  fire, 
Or  ftubbje  to  the  wind. 


1 


PSALMS.  5% 

Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 

And  make  them  feek  thy  name  i 

Or  e\fe  their  ftubborn  rage  confound^ 
That  they  may  die  in  fhame. 

Then  mail  the  nations  know 

Thy  glorious  dreadful  word, 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 

And  thou  the  fov'feign  Lord* 


PSALM    LXXXIV.  Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 

The  pkafure  of  public  worjhip. 

i    TJ  OW  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
XJL  O  Lord  of  hofts,  thy  dwellings  are! 
"With  fond  defire  my  fpirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  aflemblies  of  thy  faints* 

My  flefli  would  reft  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God  !   my  King  !  why  mould  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 

3  The  fparrow  chufes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  neft  >s 
But  will  not  God  to  fparrows  grant, 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want  I 

4  Blefs'd  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  fky ; 
Thy  brighter!  glories  fhine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love. 

5  Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  to  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  feek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praife. 

Blefs'd  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 
God  is  their  ftrength  ;  and  through  tbc  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper  God. 


i66  PSALMS. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  ftrength, 
'Till  all  (hall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length, 
'Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worfhip  there. 

PSALM  LXXXIV.   Second  part.  Long  Metre. 

God  and  his  church ;  or,  Grace  and  glory, 

I    •^l  RE  AT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  fings 
\Jf    -^e  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  fprings  ;. 
To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

%  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door, 

3  God  is  our  fun,  he  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  fhield  ;  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  ailaults  of  hell  and  an, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  beftow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  giory  too  ! 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,  whofe  fov'reign  fway 
The  glorious  hofts  of  heav'h  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee, 

Blefs'd  is  the  man  that  trufts  in  thee. 

PSALM  LXXXIV.  ver.  i,  2,  3,  10,  paraph  rafed. 
Common  Metre. 

Delight  in  ordinances  of  zuorjhtp  j  or,  God  prefent  in 
his  churches, 

I  Ti  ATY  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
lyl   To  whiPh  thy  God  reforts  ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 


PSALM  S.  267 

&  There  the  great  monarch  of  the  ikies 
His  faving  power  difplays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays,, 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  dove 

Defcends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Chrift  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 
And  iheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  fecrets  of  thy  will ; 

And  (till  we  feek  thy  mercies  there, 

And  ling  thy  praifes  ftill. 

P  A  U  S  E. 
J  My  heart  and  flefh.cry  out  for  thee, 
While  far  from  thine  abode  ; 
When  (hall  I  tread  thy  courts,  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  nefT, 

And  fuffers  no  remove  ; 
O  make  me,  like  the  fparrows,  blefs'ds 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 

Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord,  at  thy  threfhold  I  would  wait^ 

While  Jefus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  ftate, 
Among  the  tents  of  fin. 

g  Couid  I  command  the  fpacious  land, 
And  the  more  boundlefs  fea, 
For  one  blefs'd  hour  at  thy  right  hand, 
I'd  give  them  both  away. 


*68  PSALM  S. 

PSALM    LXXXIV.     As  the  148th  Pfalm. 
Longing  for  the  hcufe  of  God, 

1   T     ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
1  j  How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are! 

To  tliine  abode 
My  heart  afpires, 
With  warm  defires 
To  fee  my  God. 

3  The  fparrow  for  her  young, 

With  pleafure  feeks  a  neft, 
And  wand'ring  fwallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  reft.5 
My  fpirit  faints. 
With  equal  zea], 
To  rife  and  dwell 
Among  thy  faints. 

3  O  happy  fouls,  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear  1 
O  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  comtant  fervice  there! 
They  praife  thee  ftill  j 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrcngth, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
*TiIl  each  arrives  at  length, 

'Till  each  in  heav'n  appears. 
O  glorious  feat, 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet. 


PSALMS.  169 

PAUSE. 
^5  To  fpend  one  facred  day, 

Where  God  and  faints  abide. 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thoufand  days  befide  ; 
Where  God  reforts, 
I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door 

Than  fhine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  our  fun  and  (hield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence; 

With  gifts  our  hands  are  fill'd, 

Wre  draw  our  bleffings  thence  j 
He  fhaJl.heftowv  -    -    -  -      .- 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar- grace 
And  glory  too.. 

7  The  Lord  his  people  loyes.  ;- 
His  hand  no. good  withholds 

From  th%fe  his ; heart  approves^-        / 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls; 
Thrice  happy  he 
O  God  of  hofts  !  '     I 

Whofe  fpir't  tr  lifts . 
Alone  in  thee. 

PSALM    LXXXV.    ver.    i,— 8.    Firft.gart. 
Long  Metre. 
Waiting  far  ananfwrr  to  prayer  •   or,  Deliverance 
^  begun  and  compleated. 

1  "        ORT%  thou  haft  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind, 

\  ?,j     Thou  hail  reversed  our  heavy  doom  ; 
-So  God  forgave  when  Ifrael  finrrq,' 

And  brought  his"  wand'iing  captives  home, 

2  Thou  haft:  begun  to  let  us  free^       .-; 

Arid  made  thy  fierce  ft  wrath  abate  X 
Now  let  our  he2r;s  be  tun/d  to  thee, 
And  our  falvaticri  be. complete, 
P 


170  PSALM  S. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 

And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word  ;  1 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay  ; 

He'll  (peak  and  give  his  people  peace  : 
But  let  them  run  no  more  aftray, 

Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe. 

PSALM    LXXXV.  ver.  9.  &c.  Second  part 
Long  Metre. 

Salvation  by  Chrift. 

1  QALVATION  is  forever  nigh 
1^3  The  fouls  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord  ; 
And  grace,  defcending  from  on  high, 

Frefh  hopes  of  glory  mail  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  Truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav'n 
By  his  obedience  fo  complete 

juftice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  given. 

3  Now  truth  and  honour  mall  abound., 

Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 
And  heavenly  influence  blefs  the  ground, 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentler  reign. 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 

To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God  ; 
Our  wandering  feet  fhall  ftrav  no  more, 

But  mark  his  fteps,  and  keep  the  road. 

PSALM  LXXXVI.  ver.  8,-13.  Common  Metre 

A  general  fang  of  praife  to  God. 

1      A    MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
XX.  There's  none  hath  power  divine  ; 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 


PSALMS.  i7l 

2  The  nations  thou  haft  made  fhall  bring 
Their  offerings  round  thy  throne  -9 

For  thou  alone  doft  wondrous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet; 

Teach  me  thine  heavenly  ways, 
And  all  my  wandering  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praife. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  finking  foul 
'Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM     LXXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  church  the  birth-place  of  the  faints  ;   or,  Jews  and 
Gentiles  united  in  the  Chrijiian  church. 

1  ^>i  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
\JJT  Foundation  jjpr  his  heavenly  praife  j 
He  lik'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 

But  ftill  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  viflts  every  houfe, 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows  \ 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  flay, 
Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  !' 
What  wonders  are  in  Zion  told  \ 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  fhall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  : 
Angels  and  men  mail  join  to  ling 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 

As  one  newborn  and  nourifh'd  there. 


i/2  PSALMS. 

PSALM    LXXXVIII.    As  the  113th  Pfalm. 

Lojs  of friends ,  and  ab fence  of  divine  grace \ 
GOD  of  my  falvation,  hear 


o 


My  nightly  groan,   my  daily  prayer, 
That  (till  employ  my  wafting  breath  j 
My  foul,  declining  to  the  grave, 
Implores  thy  fovereign  power  to  fave 

From  dark  defpair  and  lafting  death. 

2  Thy  wrath  lies  heavy  on  my  foul, 
And  waves  of  forrow  o'er  me  roll, 

While  daft  and  filence  fpread  the  gloom  : 
My  friends  beiov'd  in  happier  davs, 
The  dear  companions  of  my  ways, 

Defcend  around  me  to  the  tomb. 

3  As  loft  in  lonely  grief  I  tread 

The  mournful  manfions  of  the  dead, 

Or  to  fome  throng'd  aftembly  go; 
Through  all  alike  I  rove  alone, 
While,  here  forgotten,  there  unknown, 
The  change  renews  my  piercing  woe,, 

4  And  why  will  God  neglect  my  call  ? 
Or  who  mail  profit  by  my  fall, 

When  life  departs  and  love  expires  ? 
Can  duft  and  darknefs  praife  the  Lord  ? 
Or  wake,  or  brighten  at  his  word, 

And  tune  the  harp  with  heavenly  quires  ? 

5  Yet,  through  each  melancholy  day, 
I've  pray'd  to  thee,  and  ftiU  will  pray, 

Imploring  ftill  thy  kind  return — 
But,  oh  !   my  friend's,  my  comforts  fled, 
And  all  my  kindred  of  the  dead 

Recall  my  wandering  thoughts  to  mourn. 


PSALMS. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 

The  covenant  made  with  Chrtft ;   or,   The  true   David. 

1  T?OREVER  fhaii  my  fong  reCord 
Jp     The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  forever  {land, 

Like  heav'n,  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fware,.  and  faid, 

"  With  thee  my  cov'nant  firit  is  made  3 
"  In  thee  mail  dying  finners  live  ; 
"  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "  Be  thou  my  prophet,  thou  my  prieft  y 
"  Thy  children  fhall  be  ever  blefs'd  -, 

"  Thou  art  my  chofen  king,  thy  throne 
"  Shall  ftand  eternal  like  my  own. 

4  "  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
,  "  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 

"  Celeftial  powers  thy  fubjecas  are, 

tc  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 

5  "  David,  my  fervant,  whom  I  chofe, 

"  To  guard  my  flock,  to  crufh.  my  foes ; 
"  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifh  throne, 
"  Was  but  a  fhadow  of  my  fon."' 

6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fing 
Jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  king  : 
Angels  his  heavenly  wonders  fhow, 
And  faints  declare  his  works  below. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.    Firft  part..  Common  Metre;- 

T.hefaiihfulnefs  of  God. 
1  T\^~Y  never- ceafing  fong  (hall  mow 
IV I    The  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word^ 

%  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
ShaH  firm  as  heaven  endure  ; ., 
And  if  he  fpeak  a  promife  once,, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  fure.. 
P  2 


t**     ^"^V  S  A  L  M  h, 

.^^rfow  long  the  race  of  David  held 
The  promis'd  Jevvifh  throne  ! 
But  there's  a  nobler  covenant  feai'd 
To  David's  greater  (on, 

4  His  feed  forever  fhall  poflefs 

A  throne  above  the  fkies  ; 
The  meandt  fubjects  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

5  Lord  God  of  hofts,  thy  wondrous  ways 

Are  fung  by  faints  above  ; 
And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.  ver.  7,  &c.  Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  power  and  majejiy  of  God;  or,  Reverential 

zvorjbip. 

1  "\  "¥  7"ITH  reverence  let  the  faints  appear, 

VV      And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  rife  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  fhine  ! 

Where  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vies,' 

Or  truth  compar'd  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole  and  fouthern  red 

On  thy  fupporting  hand  ; 
Darknefs  and  day  from  earl  to  weft 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  controul, 

And  rule  the  boifterous  deep  ; 
Thou  mak'ft  the  fleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  fleep. 

5  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 
They  faw  thine  arm  in  vengeance  fhine, 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel. 


PSALMS.  175 

6  Juflice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 
Yet  wondrous  "is  thy  grace  ! 
While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

I  SAL  M  L  XXXIX.    ver.   15,  &c  Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

A  blejjed  go/pel, 

1  TQLESS'D  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know 
j|3^The  gofpel's  joyful  (bund  ! 

Peace  fhaThaitend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light  their  fteps  furround. 

2  Their  joy  fhall  bear  their  fpirits  up 

Thro'  their  Redeemers-name  ; 
His  righteoufnefs  exalts  their  hope, 
And  fills  their  foes  with  fhame. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  falvation  gives  ; 
Ifrael,  thy  king  forever  reigns, 
Thy  God  forever  lives. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  ver.  19,  6V.  Fourth  part, 
Common  Metre. 

Chri/Fs  mediatorial  kingdom  \  or,  His  divine  and  human 
nature, 

1  "I"  TEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 

~1    And  made  his  mercies  known: 
"  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
"  On  my  almighty  Son. 

2  "  Behold- the  man  my  wifdom  chofe 

"  Among  your  mortal  race; 
"  His  head  my  holy  oil  overflows, 
44  With  full  fupplies  of  grace. 

3  4C  High  fhall  he  reign  on  David's  throng 

44  My  people's  better  king  ; 
tc  My  arm  fhall  beat  his  rivals  downy 
"  And  ftill  new  jfubje&s  bring, 


176  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

4  "  My  truth  fhall  guard  him  in  his  way 

"  With  mercy  by  his  fide  ; 
"  While  in  my  name  o'er  earth  and  fea 
u  He  fhall  in  triumph  ride. 

5  u  Me  for  his  father  and  his  God 

"  He  fhall  forever  own, 
"  Call  me  his  rock,  and  high  abode, 
"  And  I'll  fupport  my  Sen. 

6  "  My  firft-born  fon,  array'd  in  grace, 

"  At  my  right  hand  fhall  fit, 
"  Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
"  And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 

7  "  My  cov'nant  ftands  forever  faff, 

"  My  promifes  are  ftrong  ; 
"  Firm  as  the  heavens  his  throne  fhall  lafr, 
"  His  feed  endure  as  long." 

PSALM    LXXXIX.  ver.  30,  &c*  Fifth  part. 

Common  Metre. 
TJie  covenant  of  grace  unchangeable  j  or,  Affliction  with- 
out rejection.. 
ET,"  faith  the  Lord,  «  if  David's  race, 
u  The  children  of  my  Son, 
a  Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace 
"  And  tempt  mine  anger  down  j 

2  "  Their  fins  Pll  viiit.with  the  rod, 

"  And  make  their  folly  fmart ; 
"  But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God,. 
"  Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  "  My  covenant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

"But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  g» 
"  And  what  my  love  eternal  fpoke 
"  Eternal  truth  fhall  bind. 

4  "  Once  have  I  fworn  (I  need  no  more) 

"  And  pledg'd  my  hofmefs, 
*  To  feal  the  facred  pro  mill*  fure 
"  To  David  and  his  race. 


Y 


PSALMS.  177 

5  "  The  fun  {ball  fe?»  his  oftspring  rife 

"  And  fpread  from  fea  to  fea, 

"  Lon£  as  he  travels  round  the  fkies 

a  To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  "  Sure  as  the-moan  that  rules  the  night 

"  His  kingdom  fhall  endure, 
"  'Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  ihade  and  light 
"  Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more." 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  v.  47,  e&.  6th  part. Long  metre, 
Movtouty  and  hope. 
A  Funeral  Pfalm. 

1  T5  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  (late, 
X\L  How  frail  our  life,  how  (hort  our  date  I 
Vv  nere  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 

Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death  ? 

2  Lord,   while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flefh  and  ftrength  repine  and  cry, 
"  Mufl  death  forever  rage  and  reign  ! 
"  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3  "  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  juft  ? 

<c  Are  not  thy  fervants  turn'd  to  duft  ? 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighs, 
And  fees  the  fleeping  duft  arife. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day. 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word  : 
Awake,  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

PSAL  M    LXXXIX.    ver.  47,  &c.    Laft  part. 
As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
Life,  death,  and  the  refurreSlmi. 
I   fT^HIN'K,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 
J[     How  few  his  hours,  how  fhort  his  fpan  ! 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  : 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 

With  fkill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 


17S  PSALM  S. 

2  Lord,  fhall  it  be  forever  faid, 

"  The  race  of  man  is  only  made 

"  For  Ticknefs,  forrow  and  the  dufl  ?'" 
Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day 
Sent  toHheir  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 

Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juft  ? 

3  Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

But  flefh  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair; 
Forever  blefTed  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a  refurredtion  there. 

4  Forever  blefTed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  ; 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 
And  each  repeat  his  loud  Jrnen. 
PSALM     XC.     Long  metre* 
Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal. 
A  mournful  fong  at  a  funeral. 

1  ry^HRO'  every  age,  eternal  God, 

J_      Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  : 
High  was  thy  throne  e'er  heav'n  was  made. 
Or  earth,  thy  humble  footftool,  laid. 

2  Long  had'ft  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  duft  was  fafhion'd  into  man  : 

And  long  thy  kingdom  fhall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  fhall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity : 

Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,  was  juft, 
"  Return,  ye  Tinners,  to  your  duft." 

[4  A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account, 
Like  yefterday's  departing  light, 
Or  the  laft  watch  of  ending  night.] 


PSALMS.  179 

PAUSE. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  ftreasj. 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream: 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 

£6  Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet; 

How  fhort  the  time  !  how  frail  the  flate ! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  figh  and  groan  than  live. 

J  But,  oh,  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  f 
We  fear  the  power  that  rTrikes  us  dead.] 

3  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  the  fpan, 
'Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 
Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM  XC.  ver.  1,— 5.  i.ft  part.  Common  Metre, 
Man  frail^  and  God  eternal, 

1  y^VUR  God,  our  help  in  ages  pair, 
\^J  Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  fhelter  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 

And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Beneath  the  fiiadowT  of  thy  throne 

Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure  j 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone 
And  my  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  ftood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flefh  to  duft, 

"  Return,  ye  fons  of  men ;" 
All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firfr, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 


i%o  PSALM  S. 

5  A  thou  fa  nd  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  riling  dawn. 
[6  The  bufy  tribes  of  nefh  and  blood, 
With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

7  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream, 

Bears  all  its  fons  away, 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

8  Like  flowery  fields  the  nations  ftand 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light; 
The  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night.] 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paif, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  lafr, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

PSALM  XC.  ver.  8,  1 1,  2,  io,  12.  Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 
Infirmities  and  mortality  the  effett  of  fin  ;  or,   Life, 
age,  and  preparation  for  (kath: '  * 

1  T     ORD,   if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
\  j   And  juitice  grows  fevere, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 

And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  itoduft  9 

By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons,  have  loft 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  va;n  amufement,-  flies 

A  fable  or  a  fon-e  ; 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  ^\csy 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 


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PSALMS.  181 

4  JTis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 
To  threefcore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  (hort  account 
Is  forrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

{5  Our  vitals  with  laborious  flrife 
Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
And  drag  thefe  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tirefome  road.] 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  : 
Oh,  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heavenly  art 

T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  a£r.  the  wifer  part. 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM     XC.     ver,   13,  6fo    Third  part. 
Common  Metre, 

Breathing  after  Heaven, 

i  y>  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return  j 
J\_  Earth  is  a  tirefome  place  -9 
How  long  fha!l  we  thy  children  mourn 
Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 

2.  Let  heaven  fucceed  our  parnful  years, 
Let  fin  and  forrow  ceafe, 
And  in  proportion  to  our  tears 
_  So  make  our  joys  increafe. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  fhow. 

Make  thy  own  work  complete ; 
Then  mall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  mail  we  mine  before  thy  throne     • 

In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  : 
And  the  poor  fervke  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 

o. 


182  PSALM  S. 

P  S  A  L  M     XC.    ver.  5,  10,  12.  Short  Metre. 
The  frailty  and  Jhortnefi  of  life. 

1  "I"  OB.D,  what  a  feeble  piece 
JL/  Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ? 
Our  life  !   how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 

That  fcarce  deferves  the  name  ! 

2  Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  firft  ! 
And  every  month,  and  every  day, 
'Tis  mouldering  back  to  dufL 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Our  feeble  powers  decay, 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hafty  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Yet,  if  our  days  muft  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight, 
We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom's  way. 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempeftuous  fea : 
Soon  we  mall  reach  the  peaceful  more 
Of  bieft  eternity. 
PSALM  XCI.  ver.  1,-7.  Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 
Safety  in  public  difeafes  and  dangers. 

1  T"  TTE  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 

Shall  find  a  moil  fee ure  abode  ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  fhade, 
And  there  at  night  mall  reft  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  fay,  "  My  God,  thy  power 
ct  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tower  -, 

K  I  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  duft, 

"  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft." 

3  Th#ce  happy  man  !   thy  Maker's  care 

f  hall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnare ; 
From  Satan's  wiles,  who  ftill  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 


PSALMS.  i?3 

4  Jfufl  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood, 

From  birds  of  prey  that  feek  their  blood, 
The  Lord  his  faithful  faints  ihall  guard, 
And  endlefs  life  be  their  reward. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilentral  fire; 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  fhield  them  with  an  healthful  fhade. 

6  ~A  vapours  with  malignant  breath 
Rife  thick,  and  l'catter  midnight  death, 
Ifrael  is  fafe  :   the  poifon'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Ifrael's  God  be  there. 

P  A  U  S  E. 

7  What  though  a  thoufand,  at  thy  fide, 
Around  thy  path,  ten  thoufand  died, 
Thy  God  his  chofen  people  faves 
Amongft  the  dead,  amidft  the  graves. 

§   So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 
To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  ilew  their  fons,  his  careful  eve 
Pafs'd  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  fword, 
Receive  commifilon  from  the  Lord, 
To  ftrike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blefs'd. 

10  The  fword,  the  pefiilence,  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  heft  defire  ; 
From  fins  and  forrows  fet  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

PSALM     XCI.    ver.    9,-16.     Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 
Proieclionfrom  death,  guard  of  angels,  viSfory,  and 
deliverance* 
I    ^L7"E  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
J[      Expos'd  to  every  fnare, 
Come  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place, 
And  try  and  truft  his  care, 


1 84  PSALMS, 

2  No  ill  fhall  enter  where  you  dwell  : 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raife  the  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways  ; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  flecp, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  fhall  bear  you,  left  you  fall 

And  dafh  againft  the  ftones  ; 
Are  they  not  fervants  to  his  call, 
And  fent  t'  attend  his  fons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  fhall  tread ; 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat : 

He  that  hath  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head 

Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  (ct  their  love, 

«  I'll  fave  them,"  faith  the  Lord ; 
u  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
"  Deftruction  and  the  fword. 

7  "  My  grace  fhall  anfwer  when  they  call, 

"  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  ; 
"  My  power  fhall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
"  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 

8  "  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 

"  I  honour  will  in  heav'n  ; 
"  There  my  falvation  fhall  be  mown, 
"  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n." 

PSALM     XCII.     Firft  part.    Long   Metre. 

A '  pj aim  for  the  Lord's  day. 

i   QWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  king, 
1^5  To  praife  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  fing, 
To  fhew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 


PSALMS-.  185 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  care  (hall  feize  my  breaft, 
Oh,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found 
Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found. 

3  My  heart  fhall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works,  and  blefs  his  word  : 
Thy  Works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  mine ! 
How  deep  thy  counfels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  3 
Like  grafs  they  flourifh,  'till  thy  breath 
Blaft  them  in  everlafting  death, 

5  But  I  fhall  mare  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  frefh  fupplies  of  joy  are.  med, 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  wor ft  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  : 
My  inward  foes  fhall  all  be  flain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  fhall  I  fee,  and  hear  and  know 
All  I  defir'd,  or  wim'd  below  ; 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy, 

PSALM    XCIT.     ver.   12,  &c.   Second  part, 
Long  Metre. 

The  church  is  the  garden  of  God, 

1  "  ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand 
JL/  In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  icen 

Like  a  young  cedar,  freih  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love,, 
Blefs'd  with  thine  influence  from  abo1. '-  ; 
Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe*. 

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I 


i86  PSALM  S. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  (hall  ever  live  ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  muft  thrive) 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  elfs  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourifh  ftrong  and  fair, 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age  they  (hew 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  true  ; 
None  that  attend  his  grace  {hall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

PSALM  XCIII.  Firft  Metre.  As  the  icoth  Pfalm. 

The  eternal  and  the  fovereign  God. 

i    TEHOVAH  reigns  :  he  dwells  in  light, 
J    Girded  with  maiefty  and  might : 
The  world  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  firft  foundation  ftands. 

2  But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  firft  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  ftood, 
Thyfelf  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rage  againft  the  fkies  ; 
Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high  I 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  Forever  fhalJ  thy  throne  endure  ; 
Thy  promife  ftands  forever  fure  ; 
And  everlafting  holinefs 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

PSALM  XCIII.  2d  Metre.  As  the  old  50th  Pfalm. 

I  rr^HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  ; 
J^     His  robes  of  ftate  are  ftrength  and  majefty  ; 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word,  eftablifrYd  by  his  hand  : 
Long  ftood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation, 


PSALMS.  187 

2  God  is  th'  eternal  king  %  thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign  ; 

I      In  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
And  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  againft:  the  fkies  ; 
Foaming  at  heav'n,rthey  rage  with  wild  commotion, 
I  But  heav'n's  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwelling  ocean. 

1  3  Ye  tempefts,  rage  no  more  j  ye  floods,  be  ftill, 
And  thou,  mad  world,  fubmiftive  to  his  will : 
Built  on  his  truth  his  church  muft  ever  ftand  ; 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftrong  his  hand  : 
See  his  ownfons,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  footftool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 

PSALM  XCIII.  3d  Metre.  As  the  old  i22dPfalm. 

1  r  i'^HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

j^     And  royal  ftate  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd  ; 

Array'd  in  robes  of  light, 

Begirt  with  fov'reign  might, 
And  rays  of  majefty  around . 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands 
The  world  fecurely  {tands,. 

And  fkies  and  ftars  obey  thy  word  5 

Thy  throne  was  flxt  on  high 

Ere  ftars  adorn'd  the  fky  y 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

3  In  vain  the  noify  croud, 
Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 

Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  roarj 

In  vain  with  angry  fpite 

The  furly  nations  fight, 
And  dafh  like  waves  againft  the  flicre* 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  power  engage, 

Let  fwelling  tides  afiault  the  iky  5. 
The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down^ 

Thy  throne  forever  ffands  on  high, 


188  PSALMS. 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new, 
There  fix'd  thy  church  fhall  ne'er  remove ; 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in^thy  courts  appear, 
And  fing  thine  everlafting  love. 

Repeat  the  fourth  Jlan%a  to  complete  the  tune, 

PSALM    XCIV.  ver.   i,  2  7,-14.  Firftpart, 
Common  Metre. 

Saints  chaflifed^  and  /inner s  deflrGyed;   or,   Inflruclivt 
ajjtiElio?n. 

1  f~\  GOD  !  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
\^J  Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 
Let  fov'reign  power  redrefs  our  wrongs, 

Let  juftice  fmite  the  proud. 

2  They  fay,  "  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears  ;**" 

When  will  the  vain  be  wife  ; 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  the  ears  ? 
Or  blind  who  made  their  eyes? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  (hall  feel  his  power : 
His  wrath  fhall  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain 
In  iome  furprifmg  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 

Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod  ;   * 
Thy  providence,  thy  facred  book 

Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Bleft  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 

And  to  his  duty  draw  ; 
Thy  fcoure;es  make  thy  children  wife 
When  they  forget. thy  lav/. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  can1  off  his  faints, 

Nor  his  own  promife  break  $ 
•He  par  Ions  his  inheritance 

id  their  Redeemer's  fake, 


PSALMS.  18$ 

PSALM    XCIV.  ver.  16,-23.  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

God  our  fupport  and  comfort ;  or,  DeUverance  from 
temptation  and  perfecution. 

j   ~\%  T"HO  will  rife  and  plead  my  right 
y  V     Againft  my  num'rous  foes? 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppofe. 

•2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help,. 
Suftain'd  my  fainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelt, 
My  foul  amongft  the  dead. 

3  «  Alas  1  my  Hiding  feet  !"  I  cry'd, 

Thy  prornife  bore  me  up  ; 
Thy  grace  flood  conftant  by  my  fide,. 
And  rais'd  my  finking  hope. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bofom  roll, 
Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults. 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul » 

5  Powers  of  iniquity  may  rife 

And  frame  pernicious  laws  ; 
But  God  my  refuge  rules  the  fkies, 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  blafphemers  feoff  ; 
The  Lord  our  God  fhall  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  finners  off. 


PSALM     XCV.     Common  Metre. 
A pfalrn  before  prayer. 

ING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  y 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 
Lxalted  be  our  voice. 


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190  PSALM  S. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 

And  pfalms  of  honour  fing; 
The  Lord  's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might. 
The  whole  creation's  king. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angsls  know, 

How  mean  their  nature  feem, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  ; 
He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  muft  ftand. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore, 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face; 
Oh  may  the  creatures  of  his  powor 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 

6  Now  is  the  time,  he  bends  his  ear 

And  waits  for  your  requeft  ; 
Come,  left  he  roufe  his  wrath,  and  fwear, 
«  Ye  fhali  not  fee  my  reft." 

PSALM    XCV.  Short  Metre. 

A  Pfalm  before  fermon, 

i   /"^OME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
%^j  And  hymns  of  glory  fing  : 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
The  univerfal  king. 

2  He  fcrm'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own, 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 


PSALMS,  .      i9i 

To  day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choke, 

And  own  your  gracious  God. 

But  if  your  ears  refufe 

The  language  of  ~his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like- -ftubborn  Jewss 

That  unbelieving  race — 

€  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  drefs'd, 
Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 
"  You  that  defpife  my  promis'd  reft, 
"  Shall  have  no  portion  there/' 

PSALM  XCV.  vet.  i,  2,  3,  6,— 11.  Long  Metre. 

1  Canaan  loft  through  unbelief-,  or,  A  warning  to  delaying 

finners. 

1  /""""lOME,  let  your  voices  join  to  raife 
%^ji  A  facred  fong  of  folernn  praife  : 
God  is  a  fov'reign  King  ;  rehearfe 

His  honour  in  exalted  verfe. 

2  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  L©rd, 
Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word. 
He  is  our  {hepherd  ;  we  the  fheep 

His  mercy  chofe,  his  paftures  keep, 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey, 
Nor  let  our  harden'"  d  hearts  renew 
The  fms  and  plagues  that  Ifrael  knew. 

4  Ifrael,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
Yet  tempt  their  maker  to  his  face  ; 
A  faithiefs,  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "  How  falfe  they  prove  I 
"  Forget  my  power,  abufe  my  love  ; 

cc  Since  they  defpife  my  reft,  I  fwear, 
"  Theii  feet  fhall  never  enter  there." 


192  PSALMS. 

[6  Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  thofe  antient  rebels  dead  ; 
Attend  the  offer'd  grace  to-day, 
Nor  lofe  the  bleffings  by  delay.. 

7   Seize  the  kind  promife  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heav'nly  gates  ; 
Believe  and  take  the  promis'd  reft  j 
Obey,  and  be  forever  blefs'd.J 

PSALM  XCVI.   ver.  2,  itygfa  Common  Metre. 
ChrtjVsfirJt  andfecond  corning. 

1  QING  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
j^  Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue  ; 

His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  noble  fong. 

(a  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  pow'r  the  finking  world  fuftains, 
And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 

2  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  j 
Let  cities  mine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

.4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  fkies 
His  glorious  train  difplayj 
Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  vail  res  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 

To  fhew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 

And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

6  His  voice  mail  raife  the  Numbering  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near  -, 
But  how  will  guilty  nations  dread 
To  fee  their  judge  appear  ! 


PSAL  M  S.  193 

PSALM    XCVIL    As  the  113th  Pfahn, 
The  God  of  the  Gentiles, 


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ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife. 
To  fing  the  choicer!:  pfalm  of  praife5 
To  fing  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name  : 


His  glory  let  the  heathens  knc 


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His  wonders  to  the  nations  (bow, 

And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim, 

.2  The  heathens  Jcnow  thy  glory,  Lord, 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word. 

But  here  Jehovah's  name  is  known  : 
Nor  fhall  cur  worfhip  e'er  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made 

Gur  maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he -built  the  Iky, 
He  made  the  mining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there; 
His  beams  are  majerty  and  light ; 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright ; 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair  ! 

4  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  fhall  feel  his  faving  power, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name,; 
Then  fhall  the  race  of  men  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM  XCVIL  ver.  1,-5.  ift  part.  Long  Metre 
Chrijt  reigning  in  heaven^  and  coming  to  judgment. 

1  T  T"£  reigns  ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
X  1  Praife  him  in  evangelic  ft  rains  : 

Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  diftant  iilands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counfels,  and  unknown  ;„ 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  : 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  furround-j 
Juftice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

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194  PSALM  S. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes, 

Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs  -, 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 
The  mountains  melt,  the  feas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,  with  fore  difmay, 

Fly  from  the  fight,  and  fhun  the  day; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  on   togh, 
And  fing,  for  your  redemption  's  nigh. 

P  S   A  L  M    XC  VII.    ver.  6,-9.    Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 

Chrtffs  incarnation. 

THE  Lord  is  come:  the  heavens  proclaim 
His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  ; 
~  n  unknown  (tar  di reels  the  road 
f  eaftern  fages  to  their  God. 

All  ye,  bright  armies  of  the  fkies, 
Go,  worfhip  where  the  Saviour  lies ; 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  ; 

But  Zionfiiall  his  glories  fing, 

And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  king. 

PSALM    XC VII.   Third  part.  Long  Metre 
Grace  and  ghry. 

1  rTplH'   Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

jj_  O'er  ail  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  fky ; 
Though  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy  feat. 

2  O,  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  every  work  of  fin  and  (ha me  : 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  ail  his  friends, 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 


PSALM  S.  195 

J  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown. 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  Town ; 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  fhall  fpring  and  rife. 
And  the  bright  harveft  blefs  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  facred  honours  of  the  Lord  ; 
None  but  the  fouls  that  feel  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

PSALM     XCVII,     ver.    3,  5,-7,    ri. 
Common  Metre. 

Chrifi^s  incarnation,  and  the  lajl  judgment* 

1  TF     ET  earth,  with  every  iile  and  fea, 
j  tj  Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  5 
His  word  like  fire  prepares  his  way, 

And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2  His  prefence  links   the  prcudeft  hills, 

And  makes  the  vallies  rife  ; 
The  humble  foul  enjoys  its  fmiles, 
The  haughty  (inner  dies. 

3  The  heavens  his  rightful  power  proclaim  ; 

The  idol-gods  around 
Fill  their  own  worihippers  with  ihame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 

Make  the  Redeemer  known  , 

Thus  fhall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 

And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  fhall  tremble  at  his  fight. 

And  hills  and  feas  retire  : 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  in  fire. 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown 

For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harveft  bear. 


I9&  PSALM  5". 

PSALM  XCVIII.     Firft  part.    Common  Metre 

Praife  for  the  gtfpeL 

t   rr^O  our  almighty  maker,  God, 
j[      New  honours  be  addrefs'd  : 
His  great  falvation  mines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blefs'd. 

2  To  Abraham  firft  he  fpoke  the  word, 

And  taught  his  numerous  race  ; 
The  Gentiles  own  him  fov'reign  Lord, 
And  learn  to  trull  his  grace. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim* 

With  all  her  difPrent  tongues  ; 
And  fpread  the  honour  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  fongs. 

PSALM  XCVIII.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  Mejfiah's  coming  and  kingdom, 

i    TOY  to  the  world — the  Lord  is  come  $ 
J    Let  earth  receive  her  king  : 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  fing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 

Let  men  their  fongs  employ, 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains> 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fin£  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleffings  flow, 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  gracev 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


P  S  A  L  M  S.  197 

PSALM    XCIX.  Firil  part,    Short  Metre. 
Gbrift's  kingdom  and  majefiy. 
i    rTT^HE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
Let  all  the  nations  fear ; 
Let  fmners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  faints  he  humble  there. 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns, 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  • 

Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  ftand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  ftands  his  throne, 
His  honours  are  divine, 

His  church  mall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  fhine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
How  terrible  his  praife  ! 

Juftice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

PSALM     XCIX.  Second  part.    Short  Metre. 
A  holy  God  zvorjhipped  with  reverence. 

1  T?  X  ALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
JQ/  And  worfliip  at  his  feet, 
His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 

And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

2  When  lfrael  was  his  church, 
When  Aaron  was  his  prieft, 

When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'd — ► 
He  gave  his  people  relL 

I  Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 

Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  ; 
And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known, 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

[.  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  ftill  the  fame  -} 
Still  he  's  a  God  of  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 
R  2 


198  V  SAL  M  S. 

PSALM    C.     Firil  Metre.   A  plain  tranflation. 
Praife  to  our  Creator. 

1  "\/"E  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

\      Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reign  King  : 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  Ting. 

2  Hie  Lord  is  God  :    'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give". 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  fheep  that  on  his  paflures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gat*  with  fongs  of  joy, 

With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair* 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 

Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  (hall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure, 

P  S  A  L  M     C.     Second  Metre.    A  paraphrafe, 

1  TJEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
JJ  Ye  nations,  bow  with  facred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone — • 

He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 

2  His  fov'reign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  : 
And  when,  like  wandering  fheep,  we  ft  ray  M, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
What  lafting  honours  fhall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs, 

Hi^h  as  the  heav'n  our  voices  raife  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 


PSALMS.  199 

Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Van:  as  eternity  thy  love  ! 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  rnuft  ftand, 

When  rolling  years  mail  ceafe  to  move  S 


■"M 


PSALM    CI.  Long  Metre, 
The  Magtflrate's  pfalm.. 

ERCY  and  judgment  are  my  fong  5 
And  fmce  they  both  to  thee  belong,-. 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  bring. 

2  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword, 

I'll  take  my  counfel  from  thy  word  % 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  vvifdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  Jet  my  God  with  me  reftae  : 

No  wicked  thing  mail  dwell  with  mCj> 
Which  may  provoke  thyjealoufy. 

4  No  fons  of  llander,  rage  and  ftrife, 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life  ; 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride 
W'ithin  my  doors  fhall  ne'er  abide. 

[5  I'll  fearch  the  land,  and  raife  thejuft 
To  pofts  of  honour,  wealth  and  trail  *. 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  flill.] 

6  Invain  (hall  finners  hope  to  rife* 
By  flatt'ring  or  malicious  lies ; 
Nor,  while  th'  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew  (that  factious  band) 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  $ 
And  all  that  break  the  public  reft, 
Where  I  have  power,  fhall  be  fuppreft. 


2oo  PSALMS. 

PSALM     CI.     Common  Metre. 
A  pf aim  for  a  majler  of  a  family, 

r   ^XFjuftice  and  of  grace  I  fing, 
X^J  And  pay  my  God  my  vows, 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 

1  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair, 
And  make  thy  fervant  wife; 
I'll  fuffer  nothing  near  me  there 
That  (hall  offend  thy  eyes. 

3  The  man,  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong, 

By  falfehood  or  by  force, 
The  fcornful  eye,  the  fland'rous  tongue, 
I'll  baniih  from  my  doors. 

4  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  jufT, 

And  will  their  help  enjoy  ; 
Thele  are  the  friends  that  I  fhall  truft, 
The  fervants  I'll  employ. 

5  The  wretch,  that  deals  in  fly  deceit, 

I'll  not  endure  a  night ; 
The  liar's  tongue  I  ever  hate, 
And  banifb  from  my  fight. 

6  I'll  purge  my  family  around, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
So  fhall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

PSALM    Cil.  ver.   i,— 13,  20,  ilk  Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 


Halt  1 


A  prayer  of  the  afflicted* 

EAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 

But  anfwer,  left  I  die  : 
thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace. 
To  hear  when,  ftnners  cry  ? 


PSALMS,  aox 

2  Like  fmoke  my  wafting  days  depart. 

When  it  diflblves  in  air, 
My  ftrength  is  dried,  my  broken  heart 
Is  finking  in  defpair^ 

3  My  fpirits  flag,  like  withering  grafs 

Burnt  with  excefiive  heat : 
In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs3 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  on-fome  lonely  building's  top 

The  fparrow  tells  her  moan. 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope 
I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 

Where  beafts  of  midnight  howl  % 
Where  the  fad  raven   finds  her  place. 
And  where  the  fc reaming  owl. 

6  Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  breaft  ; 
While  (harp  reproaches  wound  my  ear-s3 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  reft. 

f  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 
And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
My  daily  bread,  like  afhes,  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy^ 

To  fouls  that  feel  thy  frown  ;' 
Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advanced  me  high. 
Thy  hand  hath  caft  me  down. 

9  My  locks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear^ 

And-life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint  as  ev'ning  fhadows  are,. 

That  vanifti  into  night, 
io  But  thou  forever  art  the  fame, 

O  my  eternal  God  ; 
Ages  to  come  fhall  know  thy  name, 

And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 


202  PSALMS. 

11  Thou  wiltarife,  and  fhew  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay, 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expected  day. 

12  Ke  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

And,  by  mysterious  ways, 
Redeems  the  pris'ners,  doom'd  to  die, 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 

PSALM      OIL     ver.   13, — 21.    Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Prayer  beard,   and  Zion  refiored. 

1  "       ET  Zion  and  her  Tons  rejoice — 
I  j  Behold  the  promis'd  hour  : 

Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  duft  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  i,n  our  eyes  1 
Thofe  ruins  {hall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dull  lhallrife. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jerusalem, 

And  ftand  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  fhall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  fits  a  fov'reign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  pris'ners  groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  condemn'd  to  death, 

And,  when  his  faints  complain, 
It  fha'n't  be  laid,   "  That  praying  breath 
"  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 

6  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record  ; 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 

And  truil,  and  praife  the  Lord. 


PSAL  M  S.  203 

PSALM     CXI.    ver.   23,-28.  Third  part. 
Long  Metre. 

Alan's  mortality,  and  Chrijl's  eternity ;  or.  Saints  die9 
but  Cbrift  and  the  church  live. 

1  TT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand    __ 

J[  Weakens  our  ftrength  amidfl  the  race^ 
•Difeafe  and  death  at  his  command 
'    Arreft  us,  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 

2  Spare  us^  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon  ; 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 

And  mud  thy  children  die  To  foon  ? 

3  Yet,  in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief, 

This  thought  our  forrow  fhall  afluage  3 
"  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  j 

"  Chrift  is  the  fame  thro5  ev'ry  age." 

4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 

Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand ; 

This  earth  grows  old,  thefe  heav'ns  fhali  fade, 

And  ail  be  chang'd  at  his  command. 

5  The  ftarry  curtains  of  the  fky, 

Like  garments,  fhall  be  laid  afide ; 
But  frill  thy  throne  ftands  firm  and  high  j 
Thy  church  forever  muft  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  mall  live; 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign; 
This  dying  world  mall  they  furvive, 

And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM  CIIL  ver.  1,-7.  Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 

BleJJing  God  for  bis  goodnefs  to  foul  and  body. 
I   TJLESS,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God, 

J3  Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  roam  abroad, 

Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 

In  work:  and  woxfhip  fo  divine. 


fto^  PSALMS. 

2  Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favours  claim  the  higheft  praife  ; 
Why  (hould  ungrateful  filence  hide 
The  bleiTiiigs  which  his  hands  provide  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  foul,  that  fent  his  Son 
To  die  for  crimes  that  thou  halt  done  : 
He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels — 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,   and  faves 
Our  walling  life  from  threat'ning  graves, 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  power  repairs  ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  ; 
He  fills  our  ftore  with  every  good, 
And  feeds  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  food. 

6  He  fees  th'  opprefTor  and  th'  oppreft, 
And  often  °;i ves  the  fufPrers  reft  : 
But  will  his  juftice  more  difplay 

In  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 

If  His  power  he  lhew'd  by  Mofes'  hands, 
-   And  gave  to  Ifrael  his  commands  ; 

But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 

To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son.] 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confefs— - 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  mall  join 
In  work  and  worinip  fo  divine. 

PSALM     CIII.     Second  part.  Long  Metre. 

God's  gentle  chaftifement  \  or,  His  tender  mercy  to  his 

people. 
I   f  i^AHE  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways  ! 
J_      How  firm  his  truth  !  how  large  his  grace  ' 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 


PSALM  S.  205 

2  Not  half  fo  high  his  power  hath  fpread 
The  ftarry  heav'ns  above  our  head. 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  highefl  hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  rifing  morning  from  the  weft, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4  How  ilow  his  awful  wrath  to  rife  ! 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies  ; 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 

h    How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

5  Amidft  his  wrath  compaffion  mines  ; 
His  ftrckes  are  lighter  than  our  fins  : 
And,  while  his  rod  corrects  his  faints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife, 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes  $ 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  fmart. 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

PAUSE. 

7  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  juft, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  duft. 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  ftrength  that  he  beftows. 

8  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 
Blafted  by  every  wind  that  flies  ; 
Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon. 
Or  morning  flowers  that  fade  at  noon. 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 

To  all  the  faints,  and  mall  endure  ; 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  (hall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain',' 


2o6  PSALMS. 

PSALM     CIII.     ver.   1,-7.  Firftpart, 
Short  Metre. 

Praife  for  fpiritual  and  temporal  mercies. 

1  /^H  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  ! 
\^J  Let  all  within  me  join 

Arid  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name, 
VVhofe  favours  are  divine. 

2  Oh,  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul ; 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs. 
And  without  praifes  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
3  Tis  he  that  heals  thy  fickneifes, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  ; 
He  that  redeem'd  my  foul  from  hell 
Hath  fovereign  power  to  fave. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good; 

He  gives  the  fuff'rers  reft; 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud* 
And  juftice  for  th*  oppreft. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 
But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  fon^ 


P  S   A  L  M    CIII.     ver.  8,— iS.     Second  part. 
Short  Metre. 

Abounding  ccmpajficn  of  God ;  o\\  Mercy  in  the  midft 
of  judgment, 

1   T\ /}"Y  foul,  repeat  his  praife, 
xSI JL   Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great; 
Whole  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 
So  ready  to  abate. 


PSALMS.  207 

2  God  will  not  always  chide, 

And,  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt, 
His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread? 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 

Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed* 

4  His  power  fubdues  our  fins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  wefl, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  name. 
Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel — 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 

Scatter'd  with  every  breath  ; 
His  anger  like  a  rifing  wind 

Can  fend  us  fwift  to  death. 

f  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  f 
If  one  fharp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

8  But  thy  companions,  Lord, 

To  endlefs  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promifefure. 

P  S  A  L  M    CIII.    ver.  19,-22.  t Third  part. 

Short  Metre. 
God's  univerfal  dominion  ;  or,  Angeh  praife  the  Lord, 

1   fT^HE  Lord,  the  fov'reign  king, 
X     Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high, 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  iky. 


2<>8  PSALMS. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 

And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 
Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hofts,  who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  king, 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 

4  While,  all  his  wondrous  works, 

Thro'  his  vaft  kingdom,  (hew 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul, 
Shalt  fing  his  graces  too. 

PSALM     CIV. 

The  glory  of  God  in  Creation  and  Providenee, 

i  "&  /TY  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife, 
JLVX    When  cloth'd  in  his  celeftial  rays, 
He  in  full  majefty  appears, 
And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

Note,  This  pfalm  may  be  fung  to  the  tune  of  the  old 
ii  2th  or  J2jth  p/alm,  by  adding  theje  two  lines  to 
every  Jlanza — -viz. 

"  Great  is  the  Lord  !  what  tongue  can  frame 
,cc  An  equal  honour  to  his  name  !" 

Qthcrwife  it  miift  be  fung  to  the  lOOtb  pfalm, 

2  The  heavens  are  for  his  curtains  fpread  ; 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  : 
Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  flies 
On  winged  ltorms  acrofs  the  fkies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
His  minifters,  are  flaming  fires ; 

And,  fwift  as  thought,  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 


PSALMS.  209 

4  The  world's  foundation  by  his  hand 
Is  pois'd,  and  fhall  forever  ftand  ; 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Left  it  fhould  drown  the  earth  again. 

5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  flood. 
He  thunder'd,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round ; 
Refrefhing  ftreams,  by  fecret  veins, 
Break  from  the  hills,  and  drench  the  plains. 

7  He  bids  the  chryftal  fountains  flow, 
And  cheer  the  vallies  as  they  go, 
There  gentle  herds  their  thirft  allay, 
And  for  the  ftream  wild  afles  bray. 

8  From  pleafant  trees,  which  made  the  brink, , 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink; 

Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife,: 
And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praife. 

PAUSE:   the  firft.. 

9  God  from  his  cloudy  ciftern,  pours 

-On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  mowers:: 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 
A  thoufand  joyful  bleffings  yield. 

10  He  makes  the  grafly  food  arife, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fupplies  ; 
With  herbs  for  man,  of  various  power,. 
To  nourifh  nature,  or  to  cure. 

11  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce  ! 
The  olive  yields  a  pleafing  juice  ; 

Gur  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  generous  wine,  > 
His  gifts  proclaim  his  love  divine, 


B  a. 


aio  PSALMS. 

i2  His  bounteous  hands  our  table  fpread, 
He  fills  our  cheerful  (tores  with  bread  ; 
While  food  our  vital  ftrength  imparts, 
Let  daily  praife  infpire  our  hearts. 

PAUSE    the  fecond. 
13  Behold  the  (lately  cedar  (rands, 
Rais'd  in  the  Cored:  by  his  hands; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  fhelter  fly, 
And  build  their  nefts  fecure  on  high. 

14.  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat; 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 
The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell — 
He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  : 
And,  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Call  out  wild  beads  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And,  roaring,  afk  their  meat  from  God ; 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 

The  favage  beaft  to  covert  flies. 

1 7  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  ; 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  j 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 

18  How  ftrange  thy  works  !  how  great  thy  (kill ! 
While  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill  ; 

Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

*-J9  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 

Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  wondrous  motions  fwift  or  flow, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 

30  There  (hips  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  monfters  play: 
The  huge  leviathan  refides, 
And,  fearleis,  fporfcs  amid  the  tide*. 


PSALMS.  211 

PAUSE    the  third. 
21   Vaft  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  refts  upon  thy  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  ftands 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hands. 

2  2  While  each  receives  his  difPrent  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  : 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  wormSj 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  difPrent  forms. 

23  But,  when  thou  hid'ft  thy  face,  they  mourn, 
And,  dying,  to  their  duft  return ; 
Both  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  refign  ; 
Life,  breath,  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 

24  But  thou  canft  breath  on  duft  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beafts  and  men  ; 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  hoaour'd  with  his  own  delight  5 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife  ! 

26  The  earth  ftands  trembling  at  thy  ftroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke^ 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 

And  tell  their  wants  to  fovereign  grace.. 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet; 
Thy  praifes  fhall  my  breath  employ, 
'Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

28  While  haughty  finners  die  accurft, 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  duft, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King^ 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 


212  PSALMS. 

PSALM     CV.    Abridged.    Common  Metre. 

God's  conduft  to  Ifrael,  and  the  plagues  of  Egypt, 

1  X^lIVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
VJT  And  tell  the  world  his  grace ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame,. 

That  all  may  feek  his  face. 

2  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  num'rous  ages  paft, 
To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind 
In  equal  force  mall  laft. 

3  He  fware  to  Abra'm  and  his  feed, 

And  made  the  bleffing  fure  : 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  "  Thy  feed  fhall  make  all  nations  blefs'd  :!»/ 

(Said  the  almighty  voice) 
"  And  Canaan's  land  mail  be  thy  reft, 
"  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 

[5  How  large  the  grant !  how  rich  the  grace  ! 
To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  Grangers  in  the  place,. 
A  fmall  and  feeble  band  ! 

6  Like  pilgrims,  through  the  country  round, 

Securely  they  remov'd  ; 
And  haughty  kings  that  on  them  frown'd, 
Severely  hereprov'd.. 

7  "Touch  mine  anointed  and  mine  arm 

"  Shall  focn  avenge  the  wrong  ; 
"  The  man,  that  does  my  prophets  harm, 
"  Shall  know  their  God  is  ftrong. 

8  "  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

"  Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  : 
"  Ifrael  muft  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
"  And  be  th'  Almighty's  care." 


PSALMS.  2T3 

PAUSE    the  firft. 

9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 

And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
Mofes  was  Tent,  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

10  He  calTd  for  darknefs,  darknefs  came 

Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood  : 
He  turn'd  each  lake,  and  every  ftream 
To  lakes  and  ftreams  of  blood. 

11  He  gave  the  fign,  and  noifome  flies 

Through  the  whole  country  fpread  y 
And  frogs,  in  baleful  armies,  rife 

About  the  monarch's  bed. 

♦. 

12  Through  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces. 

The  tenfold  vengeance  flew  : 
Locufts  in  fwarms  devour'd  their  trees, 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew. 

13  Then,  by  an  angel's  midnight  ftroke, 

The  fiow'r  of  Egypt  died  ; 
The  flrength  of  ev'ry  houfe  he  broke> 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

^4  "  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
"  Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  : 
"  Ifrael  muft  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
"  And  be  th'  Almighty's  care." 

PAUSE    the  fecond. 

15  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  freed. 

And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 

Rich  with  Egyptian  fpoils  they  fled, 

Nor  was  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  the  way, 

And  mark'd  their  journeys  right. 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  firey  guide  by  night. 


214  PSALMS. 

17  Theythirft;  and  waters  from  the  rook 

In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  foll'wing  ftill  the  courfe  they  took, 
Ran  all  the  defart  through. 

18  O  wondrous  ftream  }  O  bleifed  type 

Of  ever-flowing  grace  ! 
So  Chrift  our  rock  maintains  our  life 
And  aids  our  wand'ring  race. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  the  almighty  hand, 

The  chofen  tribes  pofTefs'd 
Canaan  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy 'd  their  reft. 

20  "  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage,. 

"  The  church  renounce  her  fear  : 
"  Ifrael  muft  live  through  every  age, 
"  And  be  th'  Almighty's  care.'* 

PSALM  CVL  ver.  1,-5.  Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 

Praife  to  God-,  or,  Communication  with  faints, 

1  rY~\0  God  the  great,  the  ever  blefs'd, 

J_      Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addrefs'd ; 
His  mercy  firm  forever  ftands  ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
Who  ftiall  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  praife  ? 
Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  ftill, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  feed  : 
And  with  the  fame  falvation  blefs 
The  meaneft  fuppliant  of  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  ! 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 


PSALMS.  2iS 

>  S  A  L  M    CVI.  ver.  7,  8,  12,-14,  43j— 48. 
Second  part.     Short  Metre. 

Ifrael  punijhed  and  pardoned  ;  or,  God's  unchangeable 
love. 

GOD  of  eternal  love, 
How  fickle  are  our  ways  ! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  IfraeJ  prove 
Thy  conftancy  of  grace  ! 

i  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 

And  then  thy  praife  they  fung; 
But  foon  thy  works  of  power  forgot, 
And  raurmur'd  with  their  tonarue, 

S3 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ; 
Now  with  their  lufts  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  redue'd  them  low. 

Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults. 

He  hearken'd  to  their  groans, 
Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts, 

And  calPd  them  fell  his  fons. 

Their  names  were  in  his  book, 

He  fav'd  them  from  their  foes  : 
Oft  he  chaftis'd,  but  ne'er  forfook 

The  people  that  he  chofe. 

Let  Ifrael  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race; 
And  Chriftians  join  the  folemn  word 

Amen^  to  all  the  praife.  * 

S  A  L  M     CVII.      Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

Ifrael  led  to  Canaan%  and  Chriftians  to  heaven, 

GIVE  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above; 
Kind  are  his  thoughts ;  his  name  is  love  5 
His  mercy  ages  paft  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  (hall  own. 


2i6  PSALM  S. 

B  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
Ifrael,  the  nation  whom  he   chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

[3  When  God's  own  arm  their  fetters  broke, 
And  freed  them  from  the  Egyptian  yoke, 
They  trac'd  the  defart,  wand'ring  round 
A  wild  and  folitary  ground. 

4   There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor  city  for  their  fix'd  abode, 
Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  affuage 
Their  burning  third,  or  hunger's  rage.] 

5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd, 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide ; 
He  led  their  wand'ring  march  around, 
And  brought  their  tribes  to  Canaan's  ground. 

6  Thus,  when  our  firft  releafe  we  gain 
From  fin's  old  yoke  and  Satan's  chain, 
We  have  this  defert  world  to  pafs, 
A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footfteps  left  we  ftray, 
He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

8  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  I 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM    CVII.    Second  part.    Long  Metre, 
Correcllon  for  fin^  and  releafe  by  prayer. 

1   TT^ROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 
I*     God  and  his  grace  are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 


PSALMS.  217 

But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rife    , 
Againft  the  God  who  rules  the  ikies. 
If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord, 
He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground., 
And  no  deliverer  (hail  be  found  : 
Laden  with  grief,  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknefs  and  the  (hades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife. 
And  fcatters  all  that  difmal  {hade, 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two,     , 
And  lets  the  fmiling  prisoners  through  ^ 
Takes  off.  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief. 
And  gives  the  laboring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous- goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  \ 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM    CVII.     Third  part.    Long  Metre. 

Intemperance  punijhed  and  pardoned ;  or,  A  pfalmfor 
the  glutton  and  the  drunkard, 

1  T  TAIN  man,  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent, 

y      Prepares  for  his  own  punifhment ; 
What  pains,  what  lothefome  maladies. 
From  luxury  and  luff  arife  ! 

2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte, 
Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafte  $ 
Till  all  his  active  powers  are  loft, 

And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  duff. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  lothes  to  eat, 
His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat  : 
Nature,  with  leavy  loads  opprefs'd, 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  released. 

T 


2ri8  PSALMS. 

4  Then  how  the  frighten'd  finners  fly 
To  God  for  help  with  earneft  cry  ? 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5  No  med'cines  could  effect  the  cure 
So  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  fure  : 
The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals, 

He  fends  his  fov'reign  word  and  heals. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  their  thankful  ofPring  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

?  S  A  L  M  CVII.  Fourth  part.  Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  ft  cm  forms  and  Jhipwrecks :  or,  The  fea- 
man's  fong* 

i   11TOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 
V  V     ^lls  vvonders  in  the  world  abroad  ? 
With  the  bold  mariner  furvey 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  fea. 

2  They  leave  their  native  mores  behind, 
And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind  ; 
Till  God  command  and  tempefts  rife, 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  Ikies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain, 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  ftrange  affrights  young  failors  feel, 
And  like  a  itagg'ring  drunkard  reel ! 

4  When  land  is  far  and  death  is  nigh, 
Loll  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry : 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  diftrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  afluage, 
And  ftormy  tempefts  ceafe  to  rage, 
The  gladfome  train  their  fears  give  o'er, 
And  nail  with  joy  their  native  fhore. 


PSALMS.  219 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodnffs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  offerings  bring, 
And  in  the  churck  his  glory  ring. 

PSALM   CVll.  Fourth  part.     Common  Metre, 

Tbe  mariner's  pfalm. 

1  t  I  HHY  works  of  glory,   mighty  Lord, 

J^      That  rule  the  boifterous  fea. 
The  fons  of  courage  mall  record 

Who  tempt  that  dang'rous  way. 

2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 

And  fwell  the  tow'ring  waves  ; 
The  men,  avtonifh'd,  mount  the  ikies, 
And  fink  in  gaping  graves. 

[3  Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills. 

And  plunge  in  deeps  again  ; 
-     Eachiike  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels. 

And  iinds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  temper!  roar. 

They  pant  with  flutt'ring  breath. 
And,  hopelefs  of  the  diitart  ihore. 
Expect  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 

He  hears  the  loud  requeft, 
And  orders  filence  thro'  the  fkies, 
And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

And  fee  the  ftorm  allay'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  \ 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  fafe  to  land  ; 

Let  ftupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 


220  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

8  Oh  that  the  Tons  of  men  would  praiie 
The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wondrous- ways, 
Thy  wondrous  love  record. 

PSAL  M    CVII.  Laft  part.    Long  Metre, 
Colonies  planted;    or,    Natrons    bleJjed  and  pumjhed. 

1  "\T|  7"H.EN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes, 

V  V      Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  green, 
bend  fhowery  bleffings  from  the  fkies, 
And  harvefls  in  the  defart  rife. 

[3  Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beafls  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 
He  bids  trr  opprefs'd  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  then)  towers  and  cities  there. 

4  Theyfow  the  fizlds,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruit  fupplies  their  want : 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  flocks, 
Their  wealth  increafes  with  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  blefs'd  ;  but  if  they  fin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in  -r 
Afavage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  princes  die  by  barb'rousnands. 

6  Their  captive  fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpitied  and  forlorn: 

The  country  lies  unfenc'd,   untill'd, 
And  defolation  fpreads  the  field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns  ; 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.] 


PSALMS.  221 

8  The  righteous,  with  a  joyful  fenfe, 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence ; 
And  tongues  of  Atheifts  fhall  no  more 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 

Thefe  wondrous  dealings  of  the  Lord  ! 
But  wife  obfervers  frill  fhall  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  j  uft,  and  kind. 

PSALM     CVIII.      Common  Metre. 
Afong  of  praife. 
i      A    WAKE,  my  foul,  to  found  his  praife, 
jr"\.  Awake,  my  harp,  to  fing  ; 
Join  all  my  powers  the  fong  to  raife. 
And  morning  incenfe  bring. 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

And  thro5  the  nations  round, 
Glad  fongs  of  praife  will  I  prepare. 
And  there  his  name  refound. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  flarry  train ; 
DifFufe  thy  heavenly  grace  abroad. 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign, 

4  So  fhall  thy  chofen  fons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  above  ; 
While  finners  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, , 
And  tafte  redeeming  love, 

PSALM    CIX.   ver.  i,— 5,  31.    Common  Metre, ■, 

Love  to  enemies  from  the  example  of  Chrift,  - 
I  f^%  QJ?  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 
\J"  Thy  glory  is  my  fong  ;- 
Trio'  finners  fpeak  againft  thy  grace 
With  a  blafpheming  tongue. . 

1  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man . 
Thy  fon  on  earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  flanders  falfe  and  vain2 
They  compafs'd  him  around, 
T  2 


222  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  companion  movf. 

Their  peace  he  (till  purfued  ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe, 

Yet  with  hie  dying  breath 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  the  crofs, 
Liid  bteis'd  his  foes  in  death. 


/i 


5  Lord,  fhall  thy  bright  example  mine  : 

In  vain  before  my  eyes  ; 
Give  me  a  foul  akin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  fhall  on  my  fide  engage, 

And  in  n\y  Saviour's  name 
I  (hall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
Who  (lander  and  condemn. 

P  S  A  L  iVi     CX.    Firftpart.     Long  Metre. 

Qorlft  exalted^  and  multitudes  converted ;   or,  The  fuccefs 
of  the  gojpel. 

1  rT^HUS  God  th'  eternal  Father  fpake 

J_      To  Chrift  the  Son  :  «  Afcend  and  fit 
"  At  my  right  hand,  till  I  fhall  make 
"  Thy  foes  fubmifiive  at  thy  feQt. 

2  "  From  Zion  fhall  thy  word  proceed, 

"  Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 
"  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 

"  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  day  fhall  mow  thy  pow'r  is  great, 

"  When  faints  fhall  Hock  with  willing  mincfc, 
<c  And  Tinners  crowd  thy  temple  gate, 
"  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  mines." 

4  O  bleffed  pow'r  !   O  glorious  day  ! 

What  a  large  vict'ry  fhall  enfue  ? 
And  converts  who  thy  grace  obey, 

Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 


PSALMS.  223 

PSAL  M     CX.     Second  part.    Long  Metre, 
The  kingdom  and  priefthood  of  Chrijl. 

1  riT^HUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  Tea 

Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  {wore  -s 
"  Eternal  fhall  thy  priefthood  be, 

"  And  change  from  hand  to  h  and  no  more. 

2  "  Aaron  and  all  his  fons  muft  die  • 

"  But  everlafting  life  is  thine, 
cc  To  fave  forever  thofe  that  fly 

"  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  By  me  Melchifedeck  was  made 

"On  earth  a  king  and  prieft  at  once 5 
"  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  prieft,  malt  plead, 

"  And  thou,  my  King,  fhalt  rule  my  fans.'* 

4  Jefus  the  prieft  afcends  his  throne, 

While  counfels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 

5  Through  the  whole  earth  his  reign  mall  fpread, 

And  crufo  the  pow'rs  that  dare  rebel  5 
Then  fhall  he  judge  the  riling  dead, 

And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 

6  Though,  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 

He  drinks  the  cups  of  threats  and  blood. 
The  fufPrings  of  that  dreadful  day 

Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM     CX.     Common  Metre, 

Chriffs  kingdom  and  priefthood. 

1  TESUS,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne, 
J    And  near  thy  Father  fit : 

In  Zion  fhall  thy  power  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 

2  What  wonders  fhall  thy  gofpel  do  ! 

Thy  converts  fhall  mrpafs 
The  num'rous  drops  of  morning  dew? 
And  own  thy  fov 'reign  grace. 


224  PSALMS. 

3  God  hath  pronounc'd  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  j 
"  Eternal  (halJ  thy  priefthood  be, 
"  When  Aaron's  is  no  more ; 

4  "  Melchifedeck,  that  wondrous  prieft, 

"  That  king  of  high  degree, 
"  That  holy  man,   who  Abraham  bleft, 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

5  Jefus,  our  prieft,  forever  lives, 

To  plead  for  us  above ; 
Jefus,  our  king,  forever  gives 
The  blefliugs  of  his  love. 

6  God  fhall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  (hike  the  powers  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 

PSALM    CXI.     Firft  part.    Common  Metre, 

The  wtfdom  of  God  in  bis  works. 

1  QONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 
j^   To  my  almighty  God  ; 

He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought  f 

How  glorious  in  our  fight ! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  fair  and  beauteous  Nature's  frame  ! 

How  wife  th'  eternal  mind  ! 
His  counfels  never  change  the  fcheme 
That  his  iirft  thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fons, 

He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  fure ; 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 


PSALMS.  225 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  fkies, 

Thy  heav'nly  fkill  proclaim  ;     1 
What  mall  we  do  to  make  us  wife. 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  power,  to  truft  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divineft  fkill  j 
And  he's  the  wifeft  of  our  race 
That  befr  obeys  thy  will. 

PSALM*  CXI.    Second  part.  Common  Metre  . 

The  perfections  of  God. 

1  /^jREAT  is  the  Lord;  his  works  of  rnig'ni 
\jj£     Demand  our  nobler!  fongs  5 

Let  his  afTembled  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  Tood, 
And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word. 
He  makes  his  prornife  good. 

His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  cacne 

To  feal  his  cov'nant  fure  : 
Holy  and  reverend  is  his  name, 

His  ways  are  jufl  and  pure. 

They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife* 

Muft  with  his  fear  begin  5 
Our  faired  proof  of  knowledge  lies 

In  hating  ev'ry  fin. 

PSALM    CXII.    As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
The  blejjings  of  the  liberal  man. 

THAT  man  is  blefs'd,  who  ftands  in  awe 
Of  God,  and  loves  his  facred  law  : 
His  faed  on  earth  mall  be  renown'd  -y 
His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  (hall  be, 
An  unexhaufted  treafury, 

And  with  fucceilive  honours  crown'd. 


226  PSALMS. 

2  His  liberal  favours  he  extends, 

To  fome  he  gives  ;   to  others  lends  ; 

A  generous  pity  fills  his  mind : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  favesby  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftow'd, 
His  glory's  future  harveft  fow'd  ; 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  juft, 
(  Like  a  green  root  revives  and  bears 
'  A  train  of  bleilings  for  his  heirs, 

When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  duft. 

[.  B'efet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Uiimov'd  ihall  he  maintain  his  ground  ; 

His  confcience  holds  his  courage  up ; 
The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brighteft  in  affliction's  night, 

And  fees,  in  darknefs,  beams  of  grace. 

PAUSE. 
£ 5  111  tidings  never  can  furprife 

Hie  heart,  that,  fix'd,  on  God  relies  : 

Tho'  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around, 
Safe  on  a  rock  he  fits,  and  fees 
The  fhipwreek  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd. 

6  The  wicked  (hall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafli  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  croft, 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlafting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft. 

PSALM    CXII.   Long  Metre. 
V        The   bleffings  of  the  pious   and  charitable. 
I   K%  THRICE  happy  man,  who  fears  the  Lord, 
J[      Loves  his  commands,  and  trufts  his  word 
Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  bleflings  to  his  feed  defcend,    • 


PSALMS.  227 

2  Companion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  ftill  inclin'd: 
He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread, 
That  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread, 
His  heart  is  arm'd  agamft  their  fear, 

For  God,  with  all  his  power,  is  there. 

4  His  fpirit,  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word  ; 
Amidft  the  darknefs  light  fhall  rife, 

To  cheer  bis  heart,  and  blefs  his  eyes. 

5  He  hath  difpers'd  his  arms  abroad, 
His  works  are  ftill  before  his  God ; 
His  name  on  earth  mall  long  remain, 
While  envious  finners  rage  in  vain. 

PSALM     CXII.     Common  Metre. 

Liberality  rewarded, 

t  T  TAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
f    And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward. 
Or  gives  with  Tib'ral  hands- 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breaft 
To  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 
So  God  fh&H  anfwer  his  requeft 
With  bleffings  on  his  ic^d. 

2  No  evil  tidings  fhall  furprife 

His  well  eftabliuVd  mind  ; 
His  foul  to  God,  his  refuge,  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 
4  In  times  of  danger  and  diftrefs 

Some  beams  of  light  {hall  mine, 
To  fhew  the  world  his  ri ghteoufn efs, 
And  give  him  peace  divine, 


223  PSALM  S. 

5   His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord ; 
Honour  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  lure  reward. 

PSALM     CXIII.     Proper  Tunc. 
The  majefiy  and  ccndefcenfion  of  God. 

1  '\T'E  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

J[      The  honours  of  his  name  record- 
Hi  s  facred  name  forever  blefs  : 

Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 

His  riling  beams  or  fetting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  power  confefs. 

2  Not  time  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  bounds, 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height ; 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 

3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  : 
His  fovereign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  feats  them  on  the  thrones  of  kings. 

4  When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  bleiiings  of  an  heir, 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name; 
The  mother,  with  a  thankful  voice, 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  ; 

Let  every  age  advance  his  praife. 

PSALM    CXIII.     Long  Metre. 

God  fovereign  and  gracious. 
1    "\7"E  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King, 
In  every  age  his  praifes  fing ; 
Where'er  the  fun  (hall  rife  or  fet, 
The  nations  {hall  his  praife  repeat. 


PSALMS.  229 

2  Above  the  earth,   beyond  the  iky 
His  thr©ne  of  glory  (lands  on  high  ; 
Nor  time  nor  place  his  power  reftrain, 
IN  or  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 

3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare  ! 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright ! 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4.  Behold  his  love  !  he  ftoops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do  ! 
And  condefcends,  yet  more,   to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below  ! 

5  From  duft  and  cottages  obfcure 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  ! 
Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heavenly  thrones. 

[6  A  word  of  his  creating  voice 

Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice  ; 
Though  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  pad, 
The  promised  feed  is  born  at  lait. 

7   With  joy  the  mother  views  her  (on^ 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  ; 
Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpairs  ; 
If  nature  fails,  the  promife  bears.]" 

PSALM     CXIV.     Long  Metre. 
j 

Miracles  attending  IjraeVs  journey. 

1  "TT  THEN  Ifrael,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 

\  V      Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his   land, 
The  tribes,  with  cheerful  homage,  own 
Their  king,  and  judah  "was  his  throne. 

2  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  : 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way ; 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  ?.nd  fled, 
With  backward  current,  to  its  head. 

U 


230  PSALMS. 

3  The  mountains  fhook  like  frighted  iheep— - 
Like  lambs,  the  little  hillocks  leap  f 

Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  (rand, 
Confcious  of  fovereign  power  at  hand. 

4  What  power  could  make  the  deep  divide— 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  whence  the  dread  that  Sinai  feels  ? 

5  Let  every, mountain,  every  flood 
Retire  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  Kino;  of  Ifrael  :   fee  him  here  ! 
Tremble,  thou  earth,  adore,  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns, 
The  rock  to  {landing  pools  he  turns  : 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains,  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXV.     Firft  Metre. 
The  true  God  our  refuge  ;  or,   Idolatry  reproved. 


■N 


OT  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  dun: — « 
Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due. 
Eternal  God,  thou  only  juft, 

'Thou  only  gracious,  wife  and  true. 

Dlfplay  to  earth    thy  dreadful  name  : 

Wny  mould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Infult  us,  and,  to  raife  our  (hame, 

Say,  "  Where's  the  God  you've  ferv'd  fo  long?'' 

The  God  we  ferve,   maintains  his  throne 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  fkies  j 

Thro'  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 

He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

But  the  vain  idols  they  adore, 

Are  fenfelefs  fhapes  of  ftone  and  wood  : 
At  beft  a  mafs  of  glittering  ore, 

A  filver  faint,  or  golden  god. 


" 


PSALMS.  231 

[5  With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  the  head  ; 

Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  ; 
In  vain  are  ccftly  offerings  made, 

And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 

Nor  hands  to  fave,  when  mortals  pray  5 
Mortals,  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 

Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.  J 

7  O  Ifrael,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 

Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft  ; 
The  Lord  mall  build  thy  ruins  up, 

And  blefs  the  people  and  the  pried:. 

8  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praife — 

They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave  ; 
But  we  mall  live  to  fing  thy  grace  ; 

And  tell  the  world  thy  power  to  fave. 

PSALM    CXV.    Second  Metre.  As  the  new 
tune  of  the  50  th  pfalm. 

Idolatry  reproved. 

1  "\.TOT  to  our  names,  thou  only  juil  and  true, 
J^j    Nor  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  due  : 
Thy  power  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  jufcice  claim 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  fovereign  name  ; 
Shine  thro'  the  earth,  from  heav'n  thy  bleft  abode  ; 
Nor  let  the  heathens  fay,  "  Where  is  your  God  ?" 

2  Heav'n  is  thinetogher  court:  there  fh.nds thythrone, 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done  : 
God  fram'd  this  earth— the  ftarry  heav'ns  beipread, 
But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made ; 
The  kneeling  crowd,  with  looks  devour,  behold 
Their  filver  faviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 

[3  Vain  are  thofe  artful  mapes  of  eyes  and  ears— 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  ; 
Their  hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  feet  can  move, 
They  have  no  fpeech,northought,norpower,norlove 
Yet  fottiih  mortals  make  their  lono  complaints 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  lifelefs  faints. 


232  PSALMS. 

4  The  rich  have  ftatues  well  adorn'd  with  gold  ; 
The  poor,  content  with  gods  of  coarfer  mould, 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  flock, 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock  ; 
People  and  prieft  drive  on  the  folemn  trade, 
And  truft  the  gods  that  favvs  and  hammers  made.] 

5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !   'Tis  hard  to  fay 
Which  are  more  ftupid — or  their  gods,  or  they. 
O  Ifrael,   truft  the  Lord  j   he  hears  and  fees, 
He  knows  thy  forrows,  and  reftores  thy  peace  ; 
His  worfhip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield — 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heavenly  fhield. 

6  In  God  we  truft  :  our  impious  foes  in  vain 
Attempt  our  ruin,  and  oppofe  his  reign  ; 

Had  they  prevail'd,  darknefs  had  clos'd  our  days, 
And  death  and  fdence  had  forbid  his  praife  : 
But  we  are  fav'd,  and  live  : — Let  fongs  arife, 
And  Zien  blefs  the  God  that  built  the  fkies. 

PSALM  CXVI.  Firft  part.     Common  Metre. 
Recovery  fromjicknefs. 

1  T  LOVE  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries, 
Ji_   And  pity'd  every  groan, 

Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rife, 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord  :   he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 
Oh  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 
When  I  have  breath  to   pray. 

3  My  flefli  declin'd,   my  fpirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
Perplex'd  my  wakeful  head. 

4  "  My  God,  (I  cry'dj   thy  fervant  fave, 

"  Thou  ever  good  and  juft  ; 
"  Thy  power  can  refcue  from  the  grave, 
"  Thy  power  is  all  my  truft." 


PSALMS.  233 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftreft, 
He  bade  my  pains  remove  : 

Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  reft, 
For  thou  haft  known  his  love. 

6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death, 
And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 

Now  to  his  praife  I'M  fpend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 

PSALM     CXVI.   ver.  12,  &V.   Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Thanks  for  private  deliverance. 

VV     F°r  a^  ms  kindnefs  fhown  ? 
My  feet  fhall  vifit  thine  abode, 

My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfe 

My  offerings  fhall  be  paid  ; 
There  fhall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 

My  foul  in  anguiih  made. 

How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-bleffed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight ! 

How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care? 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

Nor  fhall  my  purpofe  move  ; 

Thy  hand  has  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain., 

And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  : 
Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forfake  the  Lord. 

U  2 


234  PSALMS. 

PSALM     CXVII.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  nations. 
i   /~\  ALL  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord, 
K^J  Each  with  a  difPrent  tongue; 
In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  fung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  thro'  ev'ry  land  ; 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
Forever  firm  his  truth  (hall  ftand — 
Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 

PSAL  M    CXVII.    Long  Metre. 

i   TJ^ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies, 
Jj     Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  : 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 
Thro'  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
Thy  praife  mall  found  from  more  to  more, 
'Till  funs  fhall  fet  and  rife  no  more. 

PSALM    CXVII.    Short  Metre. 

1  rTP^HY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

JL      Shai'l  found  thro'  diftant  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word  : 
Thy  truth  forever  ftands. 

2  Far  be  thine, honour  fpread, 

And  long  thy  praife  endure, 

'Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  (hade 

Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 

PSALM    CXVIII.    ver.  6,-15.   Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  a  tumult. 
I    r  I  AHE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 
JL      Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
What  all  the  fons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 


PSALMS.  235 

2  'Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  truft  in  men  of  h;gh  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend, 

3  'Tis  thro'  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong, 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 
While  his  falvation  is  my  fbng, 
Hqw  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 

4  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round  ; 

When  God  appears  they  fly : 
So  burning  thorns,  with  crackling  found 
Make  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die. 

5  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  : 
The  Lord  protects  their  days  : 
Let  Ifrael  tune  immortal  fongs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 

PSALM   CXVIII.  ver.   17,-21.  Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

Public  praife  for  deliverance  from  death, ' 

1  1       ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 

I   j  And  refcu'd  from  the  grave  3 
Now  fhall  he  live  :    (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolve  to  fave.) 

2  Thy  praife,  more  conftant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breach  ! 
Thy  hand,  that  haih  chaftis'd  him  fore, 
Defends  him  ftill  from  death, 

3  Open  the  gate  of  Zion  now, 

For  we  flia'l  worfhip  there, 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go, 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th'  afiemblies  of  thy  faints, 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raife ; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 


236  PSALMS. 

PSALM    CXVIII.    ver.  22,  23.   Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Chrift  the  foundation  of  the  church. 

1  TOEHOLD  the  fure  foundation  ftone, 
X3   Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 

To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon 
And  his  eternal  praife. 

2  Chofen  of  God,  to  Tinners  dear, 

And  faints  adore  his  name, 

They  truft  their  whole  falvation  here, 

Nor  fhall  they  naffer  fhame. 

3  The  foolifli  builders,  fcribe  and  prieft, 

Reject  it  with  dirdain; 
Firm  on  this  rock  the  church  mail  reft, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  tho'  the  gates  of  hell  withftood  ? 

Yet  mud  this  building  rife : 
'Tis  thy  own  work,  almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

PSALM    CXVIII.  ver.   24,  25,  26.  Fourth  part, 
Common  Metre. 

Hofanna ;  the  Lord's  day ;  or,  Chrifts  refarreclion  and 
our  falvation. 

1  rT^HIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own  : 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praife  furround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead  ; 

And  Satan's  empire  fell — 
To-day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hofanna  to  th'  anointed  king, 

To  David's  holy  Son, 
Help  uf,  O  Lord  ;   elefcenJ  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 


I   QEE  what  a  living  fton< 
j^3   The  builders  did  refu! 


PSAL  M  S.  237 

4  Blefs'd  is  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  rrieflages  of  grace  -} 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  fave  our  finful  race. 

5  Hofanna,  in  the  higher!  ftrains, 

The  church  on  earth  can  raife; 
The  higheft  heav'ns,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife. 

PSALM    CXVIII.  ver.  22,— 27.  Short  Metre. 

An  hofanna  for   the  Lord's  day ;  or,  A  new  fong  of 
fahation  by  Chrift, 

e 
fufe  j 

Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  fpite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  fcribe  and  angry  priefl 

Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  (hall  Zion  reft, 
As  the  chief  ^corner  ftone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes  : 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made  ; 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  fing,  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hofanna  to  the  king 

Of*David's  royal  blood  : 
Blefs  him,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  blefs  thine  holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  difplays  j 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  facrifice  of  praife, 


238  PSALMS. 

PSALM   CXVIII.  ver.  22,-27.  Long  Metre. 
An  hofannafor  the  Lord's  day  ;  or,  A  new  fong  of 
f ah  at  ion  by  Ckriji. 

1  "       O,  what  a  glorious  corner-ftone 
1   J  The  Jewifh  builders  did  refufe! 

But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  fpite  of  zn\)\  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice  and  faints  be  glad  ; 

Hofanna,  let  his  name  be  blefs'd  ; 
A  thoufand  honours  on  his  head, 

With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  reft  ! 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 

Salvation  to  our  dying  race  -y 
Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 

With  hearts  of  joy,  and  longs  of  praife. 

I  have  collected  and  difpofed  of  the  mod  ufeful 
verfes  cf  the  cxixth  Pfalm  under  eighteen  different 
heads,  and  formed  a  divine  fong  upon  each  of  them. 
But  the  verfes  are  much  tranfpofed,  to  attain  fome 
degree  of  connexion. 

In  fome  places,  among  the  words  law,  commands, 
judg?nents,  teftimonies,  I  have  ufed  gcfpel,  word,  truth, 
grace,  promifes,  &c,  as  more  agreeable  to  the  New 
Teftament,  and  the  common  language  of  Chriftians, 
and  it  equally  anfwers  the  defign  of  the  Pfalmift, 
which  was  to  recommend  the  holy  Scripture. 

PSALM    CXIX.    Firft  part.   Common  Metre. 
The  blcjfednefs  cf  faints,  and  mifcry  of  fmners. 
Ver.    I,   2,   3. 
1   T)LESS'D  are  the  undenTd  in  heart, 
if   Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 


F  S  ALMS.  2^9 

Bleis'd  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 

And  pra&ife  thy  commands, 
With  their  whole  heart  they  feek  the  Lord, 

And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands, 
Ver.    165. 
Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  j 

How  firm  their  fouls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 

Their  fteady  feet  afide. 
Ver.  6. 
Then  mall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face  from  fhame. 
When  all  thy  ftatutes  I  obey, 

And  honour  all  thy  name. 
Ver.   21,  118. 
But  haughty  finners  God  will  hate, 

The  proud  (hall  die  accurs'd  -s 
The  fons  of  falfehood  and  deceit 

Are  trodden  to  the  duft. 
Ver.    119,   155. 
Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  ; 

And  thofe  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 

But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 

PSALM     CXIX.    Second  part. 

Secret  devotion  and  fpiritual-mindednefs  -}  or,   Conftant 

converge  with  God. 

Ver.    147,  55. 

1  riT^O  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 

J[      My  gracious  God,  I  pray  ; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
"  Ver.   81. 

2  Myfpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace, 
Thy  promife  bears  me  up  °3 

And  while  falvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 


240  PSALMS, 

Ver.    164. 

3  Sev'n  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  : 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 

Ver.   62. 

4  When  midnight  darkhefs  veils  the  fkies, 

I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
And  i'vvcet  acceptance  find. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXIX.   Third  part. 
ProfeJJions  of  fencer  it\\  repentance,  and  obedience. 
Ver.    57,  60. 

1  ryV-TOU  art  my  portion,   O  my  God  ; 

JL      Soon  a."  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  hade  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  fuffers  no  delay. 

Ver.    13,    14. 

2  I  chufe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  : 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  (o  rejoice. 

3  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace, 

I  fct  before  my  eyes  ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

Ver.    59. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  truft  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

Ver.   94,   112. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

O  fave  thy  fervant,   Lord, 
Thou  art  my  ihield,  my  hiding  place; 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 


PSALMS.  241 

Ver.    112. 
4  Thou  haft  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 
Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil ; 
And  thus,  till  mortal  life  mall  end, 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fourth  part. 

Injlruclion  from  Scripture. 
Ver.  9. 
x   T  TOW  mail  the  young  fecure  their  hearts, 

XX  ^nd  guara*  tne'r  nves  fr°m  fm  - 
Thy  word  the  choicer!  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  confcience  clean, 
Ver.    130. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind3 

It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaner!  fouls  inftruction  find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 
Ver.    105. 

3  'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day: 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
Ver.  99,   100. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  Jaw  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 
Ver.   104,   113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife  $ 

I  hate  the  finner'b  road  : 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 
,       Ver.    89,  9-,  fr. 
[6  The  ftarry  hear  7ns  thv  rule  ol  ey, 
The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  thefe  thy  fervants,  night  and  day, 
Tny  ikili  and  pow'r  exprefs. 
X 


24*  PSALM  S. 

7  But  frill  thy  law  and  gofpel,  Lord, 

Have  leflbns  more  divine : 
Not  earth  (lands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  ftars  fo  nobly  fhine.] 

Ver.  190,  140,  9,  119. 

8  Thy  word  is  everlafting  truth, 

How  pure  is  every  page  ! 
That  holy  book  fhall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fifth  part. 

Drfight  in  fcripiurei  or,  The  word  of  God  dwelling  in  us, 

Ver.  27. 

1  S~\   HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law! 
\^/  'Tis  daily  my  delight  : 
And  hence  my  meditations  draw 

Divine  advice  by  night. 

Ver.    148. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 

To  meditate  thy  word  : 
My  foul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 

Ver.   3,   13,  54. 

3  Thy  heavenly  words  my  heart  engagc? 

And  well  employ  my  tongue  j 
And,  in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage, 
Yield  me  .a  heavenly  fong. 

Ver.    19,   103. 

4  Am  I  a  ftranger,  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feaft  ; 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  Comb 
So  much  allures  the  tafte. 

Ver.   72,   127. 

5  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind  ; 

Nor  fhall  thy  word  be  fold 
Tor  loads  of  filver  well  refnrd, 
Nor  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 


PSALMS.  243 

Ver.   28,  49,  175. 
6  When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  droop, 
Thy  promifes  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  fupport  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praife. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Sixth  part. 

Holinefs  and  comfort  from  the  word. 

Ver.    128. 

1  ""      ORD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right, 

1/  And  all  thy  ftatutes  juft  ; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  fight 
With  every  flatt'ring  luft. 

Ver.   97,   9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey : 

I  keep  thy  law  in  fight, 
Through  all  the  bus'nefs  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  actions  right. 

Ver.   62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  cries, 

"  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be  !'? 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 

Ver.    162. 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill 

At  fome  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  fhare  the  fpoil, 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIX.     Seventh  part. 

Imperfection  of  nature,  and  perfection  of  fcripture, 
Ver.  96.  paraphrafed. 
1   "       ET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
l_j  To  form  one  perfect  book, 
Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look  ! 


244  PSALM  S. 

2  Not  the  moft  perfect  rules  they  gave 
.    .       Couid  fhew  one  fin  foigiv'n, 
]Nor  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  grave  : 

But  thine  conduit  to  heaven. 

3  Fve  feen  an  end  to  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below  -3 
How  fnort  the  powers  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  farther  go. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juft  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought  -f 
But  tr.y  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  every  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boaft  perfection  here, 

While  fin  defiles  our  frame, 
And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
They  fcarce  dcferve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith  and  love,  and  every  grace, 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  j 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteoufnefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

PSALM    CXIX.     Eighth  part. 
The  excellency  and  variety  of  fcripture. 

Ver.  in.  paraphrafed. 

1  "¥"    ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 

I  j  My  lafting  heritage  ; 
There  (ball  my  nobleft  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmeft  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'll  read  the  hift'ries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight, 
While  through  the  promifes  I  rove, 
With  ever-frefh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  fprings  of  life  a  rife, 
Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  fown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 


i 


PSALMS.  245 

4  The  befl  relief  that  mourners  have, 
It  makes  our  farrows  blefs'd ; 
Our  fairelt.  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  reft. 

PSALM    CXIX.     Ninth  part. 

Defire  of  knoivledge. 

Ver.  64,  68,  18. 

1  fTpHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 

Ver.  73,   125. 

2  My  heart  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  hand, 

My  fervice  is  thy  due, 
O  !  make  thy  fervant  underftand 
The  duties  I  muft  do. 

Ver.  19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  ftranger  here  below, 

Thy  path,  O  !  do  not  hide; 

But  mark  the  road  my  feet  mould  go, 

And  be  my  conftant  guide. 

Ver.  26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 

Thou  heardft  my  foul  complain  ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  fhall  ftray  again. 

■  Ver.  33,  34. 

5  if"  God  to  me  his  ftatutes  (hew, 

And  heavenly  truth  impart, 
His  work  forever  I'll  purfue, 

His  law  fhall  rule  my  heart. 

Ver.  50,  yi. 

6  This  was  my  comfort,  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  tQ  that  relief. 
X  a 


246  PSALM  S. 

Ver.  51. 
[7  In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  ; 
I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  bleiTed  gofpel  go, 

Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 

Ver.  27,   171. 
8  When  1  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 
I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways  ; 
My  thankful  lips  infpir'd"  with  zeal, 
Shall  fing  aloud  his  praife.] 

PSALM    CXIX.    Tenth  part. 

Pleading  the  promlfes. 

Ver.  38,  49. 

1  TJEHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord, 
X3  Devoted  to  thy  fear  ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 

For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Ver.  41,  58,   107. 

2  Hafl  thou  not  fent  falvation  down,     , 

And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Ver.  123,  42. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail ; 

O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ; 
Nor  Jet  the  fcoffing  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 

Ver.  49,  74. 

4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord? 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear : 
Saints  (hall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  trufi  as  well  as  fear, 


PSALMS.  247 

PSALM     CXIX.     Eleventh  Part. 

Breathing  after  holinefs, 
Ver.  5,   33. 

1  /^\  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
\^/  To  keep  his  ftatutes  ftill  ! 

O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 
Ver.  29. 

2  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  acl:  the  liar's  parte 

Ver.  37,  36. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes  ; 

Let  no  corrupt  defign, 
Nor  covetous  defires,  arife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 

Ver.  133. 

4  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  imcere ; 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  confeience  clear, 

Ver.  17-6. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aft  ray, 

My  feet  too  often  flip ; 
Yet  fince  1  keep  in  mind  thy  way, 
Reftore  thy  wand'ring  fheep. 

Ver.  35. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands,. 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands^ 
Offend  againft  my  God, 


248  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Twelfth  part. 

Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance, 

Ver.  153. 

1  T\^TY  God,  confider  my  diftrefs, 
XVA  Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 
Though  I  have  finn'd  againft  thy  grace3 

I  ne'er  forget  thy  laws. 

Ver.  39,   116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  fharp  reproach, 

Which  I  fo  juftly  fear  ; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  fhame  appear. 

Ver.  122,   135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs  ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
The  minings  of  thy  face. 

Ver.  81. 

4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail, 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 
And  bid  my  comforts  rife  ?"    ' 

Ver.  132. 

5  Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 

And  fhow  thy  grace  the  fame, 
Thy  tender  mercies  ftill  afford 
To  thofe  that  love  thy  name. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIX.     Thirteenth  part. 

Holy  fear^  and  tendernefs  of  confcience. 
Ver.  10. 
I   TT  7"ITH  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face, 
V V     O  let  me  never  ftray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
,        Nor  tread  the  ilnner's  way. 


PSALMS.  249 

Ver.  11. 

2  Thy  word  I've  plac'd  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  confcience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlafting  guard 
From  ev'ry  riling  fin. 

Ver.  63,  53,   15S. 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  faints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord ; 
My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word, 
Ver.  161,  163. 

4  While  Tinners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong, 

My'fpirit  ftands  in  awe; 
My  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 
Ver.    161,   120. 

5  My  heart  with  facred  rev'rence  hears 

The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  ; 
My  flefh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord, 
Ver.  166,   174. 

6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait, 

For  thy  falvation  ftill ; 
WThile  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fourteenth  part. 

Benefit  of  afflictions,  and  fupport  under  them, 
Ver.  153,  81,  82. 
i   /CONSIDER  all  my  forrows,  Lord, 
Vj  And  thy  deliv'rance  fend  ; 
My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints, 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 
Ver.  71. 
2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 
To  bear  my  Father's  rod  ; 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 


250  PSALMS, 

Ver.  50- 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy, 

When  new  diftrefs  begins, 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 
Ver.  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  foul,  opprefs'd  with  forrow's  weight, 
Had  funk  amongft  the  dead. 
Ver.  75. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  feem  fevere  ; 
The  fharpeft  fufPrings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 
Ver.  67. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chaft'ning  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray  ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fifteenth  part. 

Holy  refolutions. 
Ver.  93. 

1  S~\  THAT  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour 
V^/   Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 

And  daily  peace  I  find. 
Ver.  15,   16. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
My  foul  (hall  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  ail  my  joy* 
Ver.  32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  difcharge 

From  fin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 

And  fet  my  feet  at  large  ? 


PSALMS.  251 

Ver.    13,  46. 
\.  My  lips  with  courage  flialJ  declare 
Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name; 
I'll  fpeak  thy  word  though  kings  fhould  hear, 
Nor  yield  to  finful  fhame. 

Ver.   61,  69,  70. 
:  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 
To  rob  me  of  my  right, 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies, 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 
Ver.   115. 
Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 

Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  ill  4 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  mufr  obey  his  will. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Sixteenth  part, 

A  prayer  for  quickening  grace. 

Ver.   25,  37. 

MY  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dufr. ; 
Lord,  give  me  life  divine  : 
From  vain  defires,  and  ev'ry  luft, 
Turn  off  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 
I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 

To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  ihould  loiter  in  my  race. 
Or  turn  my  feet  affray. 

Ver.   107. 
When  fore  afflictions  prefs  me  down9 

I.  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  -3 
Thy  word,  that  I  have  refted  on, 

Shall  help  my  heaviefr.  hours.. 
Ver.    156,  40. 
Are  not  thy  mercies  fov'reign  ftill, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 

To  run  the  heav'n ly  road  ? 


252  PSALM  S. 

Ver.   159,  40. 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  lee  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move 
Without  enliv'ning  grace  ! 

Ver.  93. 

6  Then  fhall  1  love  thy  gofpel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quickening  pow'r 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CXIX.  Seventeenth  part.  Long  Metre, 

Grace  Jhining  In  difficulties  and  trials. 

Ver.   143,   28. 

1  "\%  THEN  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord, 

yy      All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word  : 
My  foul  diflblveS  for  heavinefs  ; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength'ning  grace. 

Ver.  51,  69,  no. 

2  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
They  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fin ; 
Yet 'thy  commands  1  ne'er  decline. 

Ver.  161,  78. 

3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws ; 
But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
'Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  fhame. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Laft  part. 
Sanctified  afflictions ;  or,  Delight  in  the  zvord  of 

Ver.  67,  50. 
I   TT^ATHER,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  ; 
Jj     Flow  kin  J  was  thy  chaftiilng  rod, 
That  fore'd  my  conscience  to  a  ftand, 

And  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God! 


PSALMS.  253 

j  %  FooTifh  and  vain,  I  went  aftray, 

Ere  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  v/ay : 

But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word, 
Ver.  71, 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 

For  pride  is  apt  to  rile  and  fwell ; 
5Tis  good  to  bear  my  father's  ftroke, 

That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 

Ver.  72. 

4  The  law  that  iflues  from  thy  mouth 

Shall  raife  my  cheerful  paffions  more 
Than  all  the  treafures  cf  the  fouth, 
Or  richer!  hills  of  golden  ore. 

Ver.  73. 

J   Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 
Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  foul  within : 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name, 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin, 

Ver.  74. 
6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 
At  my  falvation  mall  rejoice  5 
For  I  have  trufted  in  thy  word, 

And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

PSALM     CXX.    Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  quarrelfome  neighbours*,  or,  A  devout  wjh 

for  peace, 

1  nr^HOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever-bleft, 

1       Pity  my  fufPring  ftite  ; 
When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reft. 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  !  My  days  are  caft 

Among  the  fons  of  ftrife, 
Whofe  never-ceafing  quarrels  wafte 
My  golden  hours  of  lik* 
Y 


:0v  PSALMS, 

3  Oh  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 
In  fome  wide  lonefome  wildernefs, 
And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell  ! 

4  Peace  is  the  bleiling  that  I  feek, 

How  lovely  are  its  charms  ! 
I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak^ 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  paffions  ftffi  their  fouls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  ftrong : 
V  'hat  {ball  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 

6  Should  burning  arrows  finite  thee  thro'. 

Strict,  juftice  would  approve  ; 
But  I  would  ratner  fpare  my  foe, 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

A  L  M     CXXI.     Long  Metre. 
Divine  protection. 

U?  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  ever, 
TV  .eternal  hills  beyond  the  fides  ; 
ence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives  j 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives  ;   the  everlafting  God, 

That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  flood  j 
The  heav'nSj  with  all  their  hoft,  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

*  He  guides  our  kti^  he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  (miles  adorn  the  day: 
He  f  be  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 

The  fiient  hours  while  Ifrael  fleeps. 

4.  Ifrae],  a  name  divinely  bieft, 
rife  fecure,  fee urely  reft  j 

:*yes 
Admit  no  il umber,  no  furj 


PSAL  M  S. 

5  No  fun  mall  finite  thy  head  by  day  : 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  ficJdy  ray 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  ftar 
Darts  his  malignant  fire  fo  far.    i 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  malt  go,  and  ftill  return  ; 
Safe  in  the  Lord  !  his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

J  On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  power  ; 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God, 

PSALM     CXXL     Common  Metre 
Prefervatlon  by  day  and  night, 

1  riTSQ  heav  n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 

Ji_      There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  : 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  (ki?? 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  ftedfait  feet  mall  never  fall, 

Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  call ; 
His  eyes  can  never  fleep. 

3  He  will  fuftain  our  weakeft  powers 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  moft  unguarded  hours 
Againfl  furprifmg  harm. 

4  Ifrael,  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  : 

His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 

For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  fcorching  fun,    nor  fickly  moon 

Shall  have  its  leave  to  fmite  : 

He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon* 

From  Mailing  damps  at  night. 


256  PSALM  S. 

6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 
Where  thickeft  dangers  come  ; 
Go  and  return,  fee u re  from  death, 
'Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

PSALM     CXXI.     As  the  148th  Pfalt*. 

God  our  t>rejerver. 

1  T  TPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

\J    From  God  is  all  my  aid  5 
1  ne  God  that  built  the  fkies, 

And  earth  and  nature  made; 
God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly: 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  mall  never  Aide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
Thofe  wakeful  eyes, 
That  never  fieep, 
Shall  Ifrael  keep, 

When  dangers  rife. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blafts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 

If  God  be  with  me  there : 
Thou  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  fhade, 
To  guard  my  head 

By  night  or  noon. 

4  Haft  thou  not  given  thy  word 

To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trufl:  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath ; 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 

Thou  call  me  home. 


PSALMS.  2S7 

PSALM     CXXII.     Common  Metre. 
Going  to  church, 

1  TJOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
J_  JL  My  friends  devoutly  fay, 

"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 

M  And  keep  the  folemn  day." 

2  I  love  the  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 

The  church,  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  (hew  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  \ 
The  fon  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints  j 

And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  finners  from  the  faints. 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conftant  gueft  ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  bleft  ! 

6  My  foul  (hall  pray  for  Zion  frill, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
There  my  bed  friends,  my  kindred  dwell. 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

PSALM     CXXII.     Proper  tune. 

Going  to  church* 

I   J  TOW  pleas'd  and  blefs'd  was  I,, 
f    I    To  hear  the  people  cry, 
u  Come,  iet  us  feek  our  God  to-day  j" 
Yes — with  a  chearful  zeal 
We  hafte  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay, 
Y2 


258  PSALMS. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round  3 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 

The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  fon 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  j 

He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  finner  fad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  blefs  tne  foul  of  every  gueft; 

The  man  that  feeks  thy  peace, 

And  withes  thine  increafe, 
A  thoufand  bleffings  on  him  reft  ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
"  Peace  to  this  facred  houfe  ! 

<£  For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell 
"  And  fince  my  glorious  God 
a  Makes  thee  his  bleft  abode, 

*  My  foul  (hall  ever  love  thee  well." 

Repeat  the  \th  ftanxa  to  complete  the  tunt\ 

PSALM     CXXITI.     Common  Metres 

Pleading  with  fubmiffton. 

I    /~\  THOU  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reigft 
\^J  Enthron'd  above  the  fkies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

2,  As  fervants  watch  their  matter's  hand, 

And  fear  the  angry  ftroke ; 

Or  maids  before  their  miftrefs  ftand,. 

And  wait  a  peaceful  look  ; 


PSALMS.  259 

3  So  for  our  fins,  we  juftly  feel 

Thy  difcipline,  O  God; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  ftill, 
'Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 

4  Thofe  that  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live^ 

Our  daily  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 

Fre(h  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  infult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  companion  lies  ; 
This  thought  mall  bear  our  fpirits  up5 
That  God  will  not  defpife. 

PSALM     CXXIV.     Common  Metre, 

God  gives  viflory. 

j  XT  AD  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love> 
When  hofts  againft  us  rofe, 
Diiplay'd  his  vengeance  from  above, 
And  cruftiM  the  conquering  foes  3 

2  Their  armies,  like  a  raging  flood, 

Had  fwept  the  guardlefs  land, 
Deftroy'd  on  earth  his  bleft  abode, 
And  'whelm'd  our  feeble  band. 

3  But  fafe  beneath  his  fpreading  fhield 

His  fons  fecurely  reft, 
Defy  the  dangers  of  the  field, 
And  bare  the  fearlefs  breaft. 

4  And  now  our  fouls  fhall  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  deadly  fnare  ; 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  fword9 
And  made  our  lives  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  heav'ns  above ; 
He  that  fupports  their  wond'rous  frame? 
Can  guard  his.  church  by  love. 


a6o  P  3  A  L  M  S. 

PSALM     CXXV.     Common  Metre. 

The  faint's  trial  and  fafity. 

I   T  TNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  hill, 

\^J    And  firm,  as  mountains  ftand, 

Firm,  as  a  rock,  the  foul  fhall  reft, 

That  trufts  th'  almighty  hand. 

1  Nor  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  fo  well 
Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  ev'ry  faint  furround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge, 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  compaffion  will  afTuage 
The  ftiry  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fincerc, 

And  lead  them  fafely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 

Where  Chrift  the  Lord  is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways 

That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  him  rirft  to  hell 
Shall  fmite  his  foil'wers  too. 
PSALM    CXXV.    Short  Metre. 
The  faint's  trial  end  fafity  ;  or,  Moderated  afjliclism 
I   "jT^IRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 
JP     That  reft  their  fouls  on  God  ; 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

1  As  mountains  flood  to  guard 
The  city's  facred  ground, 
So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  faints  around. 

3  What  though  the  Father's  rod 
Drop  a  chaftififtg  ftroke  ; 
Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  (hall  be  broke, 


PSALMS.  263 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 

Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whofe  hope,  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 

5  Nor  (hall  the  tyrant's  rage 

Too  long  opprefs  the  faint ; 
The  God  of  Ifrael  will  fupport 
His  children,  left  they  faint, 

6  But  if  our  flavifh  fear 

Will  chufe  the  road  to  hell, 
We  muft  expect  our  portion  there, 
Where  bolder  finners  dwell. 

PSALM     CXXVI.     Long  Metre, 
Surprifing  deliverance* 
1  "€  T  THEN  God  refWd  our  captive  ftate, 
VV    J°Y  was  our  f°ng>  and  grace  our  theme  % 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great, 
That  joy  appear'd  a  pleafing  dream* 

%  The  fcoffer  owns  thy  hand  and  pays 
Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
While  we  with  pleafure  ihout  thy  praife, 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review  our  difmal  fears, 

'Twas  hard  to  think  they'll  vanifh  fo  % 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 

He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrow'd  field 

His  fcatter'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves^ 
Will  fhout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 
A  welcome,  Jgad  of  joyful  fheayes* 


262  PSALMS. 

PSALM     CXXVI.     Common  Metre. 
Tbe  joy  of  a  remarkable  converjion  ;    or,   Melancholy 

removed, 

*   TT7HEN  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name  ; 
V  V     And  chang'd  the*  mournful  ftate, 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleafing  dream, 
The  grace  appear'd  fo  great. 

t  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 
And  did  thy  hand  confefs  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  drains, 
And  fung  furprifmg  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work/'  my  neighbours  cry'd, 

And  own'd  the  power  divine; 
<c  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  reply'd, 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkefl  fkies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight, 

5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 

'Till  the  fair  harveft  come, 
They  fhall  confefs  their  fheaves  are  great, 
And  fhout  the  bleffings  home. 

6  Though  feed  lie  buried  long  in  dufr, 

It  flia'n't  deceive  their  hope  ! 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 

For  grace  enfures  the  crop. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXVTI.    Long  Metre. 

The  blejfing  of  God  on  the  bufinefs  and  comforts  of  life. 

I    TF  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft 

X.  And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft  : 

If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  we'll  may  fleep. 


PSALMS.  263 

What  though  we  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  our  bread, 
To  fliun  that  poverty  we  dread — 

;  'Tis  all  in  vain,  'till  God  hath  blefs'd ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft ; 
On  God,  our  fov'reign,  ftill  depends 
Our  joy  in  children  and  in  friends. 

.  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends  : 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prore 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love  ! 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXVII.    Common  Metre. 
God  all  in  all* 
1   TF  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 
The  builders  work  m  vain  -5 
And  towns,  without  his  wakeful  eye. 
An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 

1  Before  the  morning  beams  arife, 
Your  painful  work  renew, 
And  'till  the  ftars  afcend  the  ikies 
Your  tirefome  toil  purfue, 

3  Short  be  your  reft,  and  coarfe  your  fare:j 

In  vain,  'till  God  has  blefs'd  ; 
But  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  care, 
You  (hail  have  food  and  reft. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  real  bleffings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  fent  without  his  love. 

PSALM    CXXVIII.    Common  Metre. 
Family  blejjlngs, 
I  jT\  HAPPY  man  whofe  foul  is  nil'd 
\J  With  zeal  and  reverent  awe  ! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield. 
His  life  adorns  the  law. 


264  PSALM  S, 

2  A  careful  providence  mall  ftand 

And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  bleffings  fhed. 

3  Thy  wife  (hall  be  a  fruitful  vine; 

Thy  children  round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honouj,  fhine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  mall  thy  beft  hopes  fulfil 

For  months  and  years  to  come; 
The  Lord  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill 
Shall  fend  thee  blefiings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 

Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe, 
Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

PSALM    CXXIX.    Common  Metre, 
Perfecutors  punijhed. 

1  "T  T?  from  my  youth,  may  Ifrael  fay, 

\^J     Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears ; 

My  griefs  were  conftant  as  the  day, 

And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  fonsof  ftrife; 
Oft  they  afTail'd  my  riper  age, 
But  God  preferv'd  my  life. 

3  O'er  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 

Its  painful  wounds  imprefs'd  : 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  fainting  heart, 
Nor  let  my  forrows  reft. 

4  Ths  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And,   with  impartial  eye, 
Meafur'd  the  mifchiefs  they  .had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 


PSALMS.  265 

5  How  was  their  infolence  furpris'd, 

To  hear  his  thunders  roll ! 
And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul. 

6  Thus  ihall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints 

Be  blafted  from  the  fky ; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints. 
And  all  their  profpecT:s  die. 

£7  What  though  they  ilourifh  tall  and  fair, 
They  have  no  root  beneath  ; 
Their  growth  fhall  perim  in  defpair, 
And  lie  difpis'd  in  death.] 

£8  So  corn  that  on  the  houfe-top  iiands, 
No  hope  of  harveir.  gives ; 
No  reaper  ne'er  mall  fill  his  hands. 
No  binder  fold  the  {heaves.] 

PSALM     CXXX.     Common  Metre. 
Pardoning  grace. 

1   /^\UT  of  the  deeps  of  long  diilrefs, 
\^Jr   The  borders  of  defpair, 
I  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  meet  thine  ear, 

.2  Great  God,  mould  thy  feverer  eye, 
And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark.and  revenge  iniquity, 

No  mortal  flefh  could  Sand. 
3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 
For  crimes  of  high  degree  : 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee, 
[4  I  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 
With  ffrong  defires  I  wait ; 
My  foul,   invited  by  thy  word, 

Stands  watching  at  thv  gate.] 
Z 


266  PSALM  S. 

[5  Juft  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 
Long  for  the  morning  fkies, 
Watch  the  firft  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes  ; 

6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 

And,  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  firft  openings  of  thy  face  ; 
And  finds  a  brighter  day. 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifrael  truft, 

Let  Ifrael  feek  his  face  j 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  fmners  long  enilav'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son ; 
And  Ifrael  mail  be  fav'd. 

PSALM     CXXX.     Long  Metre. 
Pardoning  grace, 

1  TT^ROM  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts, 
JP     To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries  : 

If  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 
No  flefli  can  ftand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace 
Free  to  difpence  thy  pardons  there, 
That  finners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope  and  love  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 

And  long  and  wim  for  breaking  day— < 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate ; 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ? 

4  My  truft  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  fhall  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 


PSALMS.  267 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  : 
He  turns  our  feet  from  fmful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

PSALM     CXXXI.     Common  Metre. 
Humility  and  fubmijjion. 

1  TS  there  ambition  in  my  heart? 

Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee; 
Or  do  I  acl:  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  ftill, 

And  all  my  carriage  mild, 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  peaceful  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  : 
Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  refign'd, 
And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 

PSALM  CXXXIL  ver.  5,  13,-18.  Long  Metre. 

At  the  feitlement  of  a  church ;  or,  The  ordination  of  a 
minlfler, 

1  *\\  THERE  mall  we  go  to  feek  and  find 

V  V      An  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind 

Among  the  fons  of  fiefh  and  blood  ? 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 

Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  reft; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  ftill, 

His  church  is  with  his  prefence  blefs'd. 

3  "  Here  I  will  fix  my  gracious  throne, 

"  And  reign  forever,"  faith  the  Lord; 

£C  Here  fhall  my  power  and  love  be  known, 

"  And  biefiings  (hail  attend  my  word. 


268  PSALM  S. 

4  "  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

"  And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  -y 
"  Sinners,  that  wait  before  my  door, 

"  With  fweet  provisions  fhall  be  fed. 

5  w  Girded  with  truth,  and  eloath'd  with  grace, 

"  My  priefts,   my  minifters,  fhall  mine  -, 
"  Not  Aaron,  in  his  coftly  drefs, 

"  Appears  fo  glorious  and  divine. 

6  "  The  faints,   unable  to  contain 

"  Their  inward  joys,  fhall  fhout  and  ling  ; 
"  The  Son  of  David  here  fhall  reign, 
u  And  Zion  triumph  in  her  king.'* 

I J  Jefus  fhall  fee  a  num'rous  feed 

Born  here,  t' uphold  his  glorious  name  ; 
His  crown  fhall  flourifh  on  his  head, 

While  all  his  foes  are  cloth'd  with  fhame.] 

PSALM  CXXXIL  ver.  4,  5,  7,8,  i53 — 17. 
Common  Metre. 
A  church  eftablijhed. 
[1    "^J  O  flcep  nor  (lumber  to  his  eyes 
J^j     Good  David  would  afford, 
"i  ill  he  had  found  below  the  fkies 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 

His  ark  was  fettled  there  ; 

And  there  th'  aflembled  nation  came 

To  worfhip  thrice  a-year. 

3  We  trace  no  more  thofe  toilfome  ways. 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
Where'er  thy  people  meet  for  praife, 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God.] 

PAUSE. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  grace, 

And  enter  to  thy  reft, 
Lo  J   thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes> 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  blefs'd. 


PSALMS.  269 

5  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 

6  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here~let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 
Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  anointed  mine  ; 
Juftice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafting  throne, 

And,  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frefh  honours  mall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  fhame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM   CXXXIII.     Common  Metre, 
Brotherly  love. 

1  T     O  !  what  an  entertaining  fight 
I  j  Thofe  friendly  brethren  prove, 

Whofe  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 
Of  harmony  and  love. 

2  Where  ftreams  of  blefs  from  Chrifr.  the  fpring 

Defcend  to  every  foul, 
And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  fhews, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftill. 
Z  2 


270  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

PSALM   CXXXIII.     Short  Metrr. 

Communion  of  faints  \  or,  Love  andiuorjhip  in  a  family . 

i   T)LESS'D  are  the  fons  of  peace, 
_|3  Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are"  one, 
Whofe  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blefs'd  is  the  pious  houfe 

Where  zeal  and  friendfhip  meet, 
Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows* 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3  Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread. 
And  pleafure  fill'd  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 

The  faints  are  blefs'd  above, 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  diftills, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXXIII.     As  the  I22d  Pfalm. 
The  blejfings  of  friendjlnp. 

1  X  TOW  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 

Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  his  proper  ftation  move, 

And  each  fulfil  his  part 

With  fympathifing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love. 

2  'Tis  like  an  ointment  fhed 
On  Aaron's  facred  head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet ; 

The  oil  through  all  the  room 

Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  thro'  his  robes,  and  blefs'd  his  feet. 


PSALMS.  271 

3  Like  fruitful  mowers  of  rain 
That  water  all  the  plain, 
Defcending  from  the  neighbouring  hills ; 
Such  ftreams  of  pleafure  roll 
Thro'  every  friendly  foul, 
Where  love  like  heavenly  dew  di&jlls. 
'     Repeat  the  firjr  ftan%a  to  complete  the  tune. 
PSALM     CXXXIV.     Common  Metre, 
Daily  and  nightly  devotions, 

1  "\7"£  that  obey  th'  immortal  king, 

Attend  his  holy  place ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  power, 
And  blefs  his  wondrous  grace, 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light. 

And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  ; 
Praife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  Harry  iky. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 

With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace  ; 
The  God  that  fpreads  the  heavens  abroad. 
And  rules  the  fwelling  feas. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXXV.   ver.  1,— 4,  14,  i9>— 21 
Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

The  church  is  God's  houfe  and  care. 

1  TQ&AISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 

While  in  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait. 
Ye  faints,  that  to  his  houfe  belong, 
Or  ftand  attending  at  his  gate, 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  good  ; 

To  praife  his  name  is  fweet  employ  : 
Ifrael  he  chofe  of  old,  and  frill 

His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  faints  ; 

He  treats  his  fervsnts  as  his  friends  ; 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints. 
Repents  the  forrows  that  he  fends. 


272  PSA  L  M  S. 

4  Through  every  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  th'  oppreflbr's  rod  ; 
He  gives  his  fuffering  fervants  reft, 

And  will  be  known  thJ  Almighty  God. 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love  ; 

People  and  priefts,  exalt  his  name  : 
Ainongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells ; 
His  church  is  his  Jerufalem.  * 

PSALM   CXXXV.  ver,  5,— 12.     Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 

The  ivorks  of  creation^  providence^  redemption  of  Jfrael^ 
and  definition  of  enemies. 

1  A~>|REAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
\JJT  Above  all  powers,  and  every  throne  ; 
Whate'er  he  pleafe  in  earth  and  fea, 

Or  heav'n,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 

The  light'nings  flafh,  the  thunders  roar, 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  temper!:  from  his  airy  ftore. 

3  'Tvvas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 

O  Egypt,  thro'  thy  ftubborn  land  ; 
When  all  thy  riril-born,  beafts  and  men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 

He  flew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Ifrael~  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 

No  more  to  be  proud  Pharoah's  Have ! 

5  His  power  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 

That  faves  us  from  the  hofts  of  hell  : 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  pofTefs, 

Whence  thofe  apoilate  angels  fell. 


PSALMS,  273 

PSALM     CXXXV.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  idols. 

1  Ik   WAKE,  ye  faints— To  praife  your  King 
Xj^  Your  fweeteft  paiiions  raife ; 

Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  fing, 
Increafing  with  the  praife. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord  ;  and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  : 
But  frill  his  faints  are  near  his  throne. 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea  confefs  his  hand  ; 

He  bids  the  vapours  rife  ! 
Light'ning  and  ftorm,  at  his  command, 
Sweep  thro'  the  founding  ikies. 

4  All  power  that  gods  or  kings  have  claimed 

Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  gods  fhould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  flocks  and  (tones  they  trull 

Can  give  them  mowers  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  worfhip  glitt'ring  duft, 
And  pray  to  God  iri  vain. 

[6  Their  gods  have  tongues  that  fpeechlefs  provej 
Such  as  their  makers  gave  : 
Their  f&tt  were  never  form'd  to  move. 
Nor  hands  have  power  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf. 
Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray ; 
Mortals,  that  wait  for  their  relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  thev.] 

S  Y~e  nations,  know  the  living  God, 
Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  honours  there, 


274  PSALM  S. 

PSALM     CXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

God?s  wonders  of  creation,  providence,  redemption  of 
'ljrael,  and  falvation  of  his  people. 

1  ^>|IVE  thanks  to  God,  the  fov'reign  Lord  5 
\J  "  His  mercies  ftill  endure  5" 

And  be  the  king  of  kings  ador'd, 
u  His  truth  is  ever  fure." 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  ! 

"  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ? 
Heav'n,  earth  and  Tea,   he  fram'd  alone ; 
"  How  wide  is  his  command  !" 

3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light ; 

"  How  bright  his  counfels  fhine  !" 
The  moon  and  ftars  adorn  the  night; 
"  His  works  are  all  divine." 

[4  He  {truck  the  fons  of  Egypt  dead : 
"  How  dreadful  is  his  rod  !" 
And  thence,  with  joy,  his  people  led  -9 
"  How  gracious  is  our  God  !" 

5  He  cleft  the  fwelling  fea  in  two ; 

"  His  arm  is  great  in  might;" 
And  gave  the  tribes  a  pafiage  through  j 
"  His  power  and  grace  unite." 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  be  drown'd 

"  How  glorious  are  his  ways  !" 
And  brought  his  faints  through  defert  ground  j 
"  Eternal  be  his  praife." 

7  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 

"  Victorious  is  his  fword  •*' 
While  Ifrael  took  the  promis'd  land  ; 
"  And  faithful  is  his  word."] 

8  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin ; 

"  He  felt  his  pity  move  j" 
How  fad  the  ftate  the  world  was  in  ! 
"  How  boundlefs  was  his  love  !" 


PSALMS.  275 

9  He  fent  to  fave  us  from  our  woe ; 

"  His  goodnefs  never  fails  ;" 
From  death  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe ; 
•c  And  ftill  his  grace  prevails." 

10  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heav'nly  king  ; 

"  His  mercies  ftill  endure  5" 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  fing ; 
u  His  truth  is  ever  fure." 

PSALM     CXXXVI.     As  the  148th  Pfalm. 

1  ^">|IVE  thanks  to  God  moft  high, 
\J"  The  univerfal  Lord  ; 

The  fov'reign  King  cf  kings  ; 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

"  His  power  and  grace 
-  "  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife/' 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 

What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas, 

And  fpread  the  heav'ns  alone. 
"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
«  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
"  And  ever  lure 

Abides  thy  word." 

3  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun 

To  crown  the  dav  with  light ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  ftars 

To  cheer  the  darkfome  night. 
u  His  power  and  grace 
«  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife." 
£4  He  fmote  the  firft-born  fons, 

The  flow'r  of  Egypt,  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  chofe  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 


176  PSALMS. 

"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
"  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 

5  His  power  and  lifted  rod 

Cleft  the  the  Red  fea  in  two ; 
And  for  his  people  made 

And  wondrous  paflage  through. 
"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
"  Are  ft  ill  the  fame  ; 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife." 

6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 

With  all  his  hoft  he  drcwn'd ; 
And  brought  his  Ifraei  fafe 

Through  a  long  defert  ground. 
"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
«  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
"  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 

PAUSE. 

7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 

Beneath  his  dredful  hand  ; 
While  his  own  fervants  took 
Pouefnon  of  their  land. 

"  His  power  and  grace 
cc  Are  ftill  the  fame  j 
cc  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife."] 

8  He  faw  the  nations  lie 

All  perifhing  in  fin, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  ftate 

The  ruin'd  world  was  in. 

"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  endure; 
u  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 


PSAL  M  S.  177 

9  He  fent  his  only  Son 

To  fave  us  from  our  woe, 
From  Satan,  fin,  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
«  Are  frill  the  fame  ; 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife." 

10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 

To  God  the  heav'nly  king; 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 

His  works  and  glories  ftng. 
"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
«  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
"  And  ever  fiire 

"  Abides  thy  word. 
PSAL  M    CXXXVI.    Abridged.    Long  Metre. 

1  £^%  IVE  to  our  God  immortal  praife  ! 
\JT  Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  : 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown ; 

"  His  mercies  ever  lhall  endure, 

"  When  lords  andkinsjs  are  known  no  more." 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  fky, 
And  fix'd  the  ftarry  lights  on  high  : 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong.?* 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  diredt  the  night ; 

tc  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure,. 

u  When  funs  and  moons  fhall  mine  no  more."," 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land  j 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong,  - 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong/* 
A  a 


2-8  PSALMS. 

6  He  few  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within  ! 

"  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

"  When  death  and  fin  mail  reign  no  more." 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  power  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave. 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
u  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

8  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat : 

"  His  mercies  ever  mail  endure, 

"  When  this  vain  world  mall  be  no  more." 

PSALM     CXXXVII. 
The  Babylonian  captivity. 

1  A  LONG  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows, 
J~\_  Ourcaptivebandsindeep  defpondenceftray'd, 
While  Zion/s  fall  in  fad  remembrance  rofe, 

Her  friends,  her  children  mingled  with  the  dead. 

2  The  tunelefs  harp,  that  once  with  joy  we  ftrung, 

When  praife  employed  and  mirth  infpir5d  the  lay, 
In  mournful  filence  on  the  willows  hung ; 

And  growing  grief  prolong'd  the  tedious  day. 

3  The  barbarous  tyrants,  to  increafe  the  woe, 

With  taunting  fniiles  a  fong  of  Zion  claim  ; 
Bid  facred  praife  in  (trains  melodious  flow, 

While  theyblafpheme  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown, 

Shall  Ifrael's  fons  a  fong  of  Zion  raife  -, 
O  haplefs  Salem,  God's  terrefh'al  throne, 

Thou  land  of  glory,  facred  mount  of  praife, 

5  If  e'er  my  mem'ry  lofe  thy  lovely  name, 

If  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 
Let  dire  defrrucxion  feize  this  guilty  frame  ; 

My  hand  (hail  perifh  and  my  voice  fhall  ceafe. 


PSALM  S.  279 

6  Yet  {hall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calls, 
O'ertake  her  foes  with  terror  and  difmay, 
His  arm  avenge  her  defolated  walls, 
And  raife  her  children  to  eternal  day. 

PSALM    CXXXVIIL 

Refloring  and  preferring  grace. 

1   T  1J  7TTH  all  rny  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 
Y  y      I'll  praife  my  Maker  in  my  fong  \ 
Angels  fhall  hear  the  notes  I  raife. 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 

[2  Angels,  that  make  thy  church  their  care, 
Shall  witnefs  my  devotion  there, 
While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  ikies.] 

3  I'll  fing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ! 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  mow. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe ; 
He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  foes  \ 
He  did  my  riling  fear  controul, 

And  ftrength  diffus'd  through  all  my  foul. 

5  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  frate, 
Frowns  on  the  proud,  and  fcorns  the  great ; 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  blefs 

The  humble  fouls  that  truft  his  grace. 

6  Amidft  a  thoufand  fnares  I  ftand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins^" 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins  \ 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes^ 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes, 


s3o  PSALM  S. 

PSALM   CXXXIX.     Fin!  part.     Long  Metre. 

The  all-feeing  God. 

i   T    OP,D,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro'; 
|  j   Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
My  rifing  and  my  refting  hours, 
My  heart  and  fiefh  with  all  their  powers. 

2  Aly  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  diftin&ly  known  -, 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  ftand, 
On  every  fide  I  find  thy  hand  ; 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great  ! 
What  large  extent !   what  lofty  height  ! 
My  foul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boaft, 
Is  in  inQ  boundlefs  profpect  loft. 

5  "  Oh,  may  thefe  thoughts  poUefs  my  breaft, 
"  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ; 

ct  Nor  let  my  weaker  pallions  dare 
"  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there.'* 

PAUSE    the  firft. 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prefence  fliun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ! 

7  If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  t:  .re  thou  dwell'ft  enthron'd  in  light  ; 
Or  dive  to  hell — there  vengeance  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

S  If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray 

I  fly  beyond  the  weftern  fe'a, 

Thv  fwifter  hand  would  firft  arrive, 

And  there  arreft  thy  fugitive. 


PSAL  M  S.  sSr 

9  Or  fhould  I  try  to  fhun  thy  fight 
Beneath  the  fpreading  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,"  one  piercing  ray 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 
io  "  Oh,  may  thefe  thoughts  pofTefs  my  breaft, 
"  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ! 
"  Nor  let  my  v/eaker  pafTions  dare 
"  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 
PAUSE    the  fecond. 

11  The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 

No  fcreen  from  thy  ail-fearching  eyes; 
Thy  hand  can.feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Thro'  midnight  ihades  as  blazing  noon, 

12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee  ; 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

13  "  Oh,  may  thefe  thoughts  pofTefs  my  breaft, 
"  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ! 

"  Nor  let  my  weaker  pafilons  dare 
"  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 

PSALM  CXXXIX.     Second  part.    Long  Metre, 
The  wonderful  format! o?i  of  man. 

1  9r  I  iWAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 

J[      A  work  of  fuch  a  curious  frame  -s 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  fliine, 
And  each  proclaims  thy  ikill  divine. 

2  Thine  eye  did  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay  : 
Thou  faw'ft  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  B  1  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
A  id  what  thy  fov'reign  eounfels  fram'd, 
Th:  breath  j;  g  lujigs,  the  beating  hearty  . 
W„s  copv'd  w.:h  urerring  art, 

A  a  2 


2§2  PSALM  $. 

4  At  laft,  to  mew  my  Maker's  name,. 
God  ftamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 
And,  in  Tome  unknown  moment,  joined 
The  finilh'd  members  of  the  mind. 

5  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  began,. 
And  all  the  paffions  of  the  man, 

Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 
PAUSE. 

6  Lord,  fince  in  my  advancing  age 
I've  acled  on  life's  bufy  ftage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount 
The  power  of  numbers  to  recount. 

7  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'e^ 

And  count  each  fand  that  makes  the  fhore? 
Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
The  numerous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

8  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  ftill  impreft, 
With  thefe  I  give  my  eyes  to  reft  -9 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
God  and  his  love  poflefs  my  mind. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.    Third  part.     Long  Metre. 

Sincerity   profejfed^   and  grace  tried  -,     or,    'The  heart- 

fearching  God. 

1  "&  /|~Y  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel, 

X V A   When  impious  men  tranfgrefs  thy  will  f 
1  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  foul  deteft  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  ? 
Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  laws,  and  thee, 
I  count  for  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  every  thought-— 
Though  my  own  heart  accufe  n:e  not 

Of  wall  in_;  :n  a  falfe  difguife, 
I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 


P  S  A  L  M  S.  283 

4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  fin  ? 
Oh  !   turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  ft  ray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  Firftpart.  Common  Metre, 

God  is  every  where. 

1  TN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee,, 

L  In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
To  fhun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  flea 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all  Surrounding  fight  furveys 

My  riling  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  fen^e  I  mean. 

4  Oh  !  wondrous  knowledge  !   deep  and  high  I 

"Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Inclos'd  on  every  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  frill. 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  every  ill, 
Secur'd  by  fovereign  love. 

PAUSE. 

6  Lord,  where  mall  guilty  fouls  retire^ 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? — 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heaven  thy  glorious  throne. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath, 

To  'fcape  the  wrath  d/vine, 
'    Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  cf  death3 
And  make  th< 


284  PSAL  M  S. 

8  If,  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light, 

I  fly  beyond  the  weft, 
Thy  hand,  which  muft  fupport  my  flight. 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 

9  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  fhades  to  light. 

10  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour 

Are  both  alike  to  thee  : — 
Oh  !   may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.   Second  part.  Common  Metre, 

The  wifdom  of  God  in  the  formation  of  ?nan. 

1  "T  "¥  THEN  I,  with  pleafing  wonder,  ftand, 

V  V      -And  all  my  frame  furvey, 
Lord  !   'tis  thy  work — I  own,  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

2  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  polTefs'd, 

Where  unborn  nature  grew  ; 
Thy  wifdom  alf  my  features  trac'd, 
And  ail  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  niceft  care  furvey'd 

The  growth  of  every  part ; 
'Till  the  whole  fcheme,  thy  thoughts  had  laid, 

Was  copy'd  by  thy  art. 

4  Heav'n,   earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind 

Shew  me  thy  wondrous  fkill  -y 
Eut  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  ft  ill. 

5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  mine, 

I\ I y  fleflb  proclaims  thy  praife  ; 
Lcre\  to  thy  wo'rks  of  nature  join 
Tii}  miracles  of  grace. 


HALMS.  285 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  ver.  14,17,  18.  Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  mercies  of  God  innumerable. 

An  evening  pfalm. 

1  IT    ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
JL/  They  ftrike  me  with  furprife  \ 

Not  all  the  fands  that  fpread  the  fhore, 
To  equal  numbers  rife. 

2  My  Hem  with  fear  and  wonder  Hands, 

.The  product  of  thy  fkill ; 
And  hourly  bleilings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

5  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  ; 
How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 
Oh  !   may  the  hour  that  ends  my  fleep 
Sdll  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 


PSALM     CXL.     Common  Metre, 


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ROTE CT  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm  f 

Behold  our  riling  woes  ; 
We  trull  alone  thy  powerful  arm, 
To  fcatter  all  our  foes. 


2  Their  tongue  is  like  a  poifbn'd  dart, 

Their  thoughts  are  full  of  guile, 
While  rage  and  carnage  fwell  their  hearty 
They  wear  a  peaceful  fmile. 

3  O  God  of  grace,  thy  guardian  care^ 

When  foes  without  invade, 
Or  fpread  within  a  deeper  (hare, 
Supplies  our  conftant  aid. 

4  Let  falfehaod  flee  before  thy  face, 

Thy  heav'nly  truth  extend, 
All  nations  taite  thy  heav'nly  grace, 
^nd  all  delufion  end. 


286  PSALM  S. 

5  With  daily  bread  the  poor  fupply; 
The  caufe  of  juftice  plead, 
And  be  thy  church  exalted  high, 
With  Chrift  the  glorious  head. 

PSALM     CXLL     ver.  2,-5.     Long  Metre, 
IVatchfuhefs  and  brotherly  love, 
A  morning  or  evening  pfalm. 

1  Tl  ATY  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 
XVA   Like  morning  incenfe  in  thine  houfe, 
And  let  my  nightly  worfliip  rife 

Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  facrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  every  rafh  and  heediefs  word  ; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  finners  lead. 

3  O  may  the  righteous,  when  I  &ray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wandering  way  ! 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  fried, 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  prefs'd  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief; 
And,  by  my  warm  petitions,  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXLII.     Common  Metre. 
God  is  the  hope  of  the  helpkfs. 

1  r"|TO  God  I  made  my  forrows  known, 

J_      From  God  I  fought  relief; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 

2  My  foul  was  overwhelm'd  with  woes, 

My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  who  all  my  burden  knows, 
Beholds  the  way  I  take. 


PSALMS.  287 

3  On  every  fide  I  caft  my  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone, 
While  friends  and  ftrangers  pafs'd  me  by 
Neglected  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 

And  cal-l'd  thy  mercy  near, 
u  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 
"  Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 
I've  an  almighty  friend. 

6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 

Then  fhall  I  praife  thy  name, 
And  holy  men  fhall  join  with  me, 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim, 

PSALM     CXLIII.     Long  Metre. 
Complaint  of  heavy  affliSiions  in  mind  and  body, 

1  1%  /|"Y  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
-L  t  X   ^ear5  when  I  rpread  my  hands  abroad, 
And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne — 

Oh  !   make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

2  Let  judgment  not  againfr.  me  pafs  ; 
Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace- 
Should  juftice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 

No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  that  burthen  me  ; 
My  wafting  life  draws  near  the  grave  : 
Make  bare  thine  arm — thy  fervant  fave. 

4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen— — 
My  heart  is  defolate  within  ; 

My  thoughts  in  muling  filence  trace 
The  antient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 


288  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
To  bear  my  finking  fpirits  up  ; 

I  ftretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  thirfl  like  parched  lands  for  rain. 

6  For  thee  I  thirrr,  I  pray,  I  mourn — ■ 
When  will  thy  fmiiing  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  forever  hide  his  love  ? 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave, 
Will  fink  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave ; 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  ; 
Make  hafte  to  help  before  I  die. 

8  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftreffing  pains,  diffracting  fears  ; 
Oh  !   might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  wearied  powers  rejoice  ! 

9  In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I  figh, 
And  lift  my  wearied  foul  on  high  ; 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  mow 
The  path  in  which  my  feet  mould  go  : 
If  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  road, 

I  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

1 1  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill : 
Let  the  good  fpirit  of  thy  love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

12  Then  (hall  my  foul  no  more  complain, 
The  tempter  then  mail  rage  in  vain  ; 
And  flefh,  and  fin,  my  foes  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 


PSA  L  M  S.  289 

P  S  A  L  M     GXLIV.     ver.  1,  2.     Firft  part. 

Common  Metre. 

Affiance  and  viflory  in  the  fpiritual  warfare. 

1  Y*  ORE  VER  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
jj     My  Saviour  and  my  fhield  ; 
He  fends  his  fpirit  with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  fin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  foul  his  care, 
Inftru6ts  me  in  the  heav'nly  fight, 
-And  guards  me  thro'  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine, 

My  fainting  hope  mail  raife  j 
He  makes  the  glorious  vicVry  mine, 
And  his  fhall  be  the  praife. 

PSALM   CXLIV.   ver.  3,  4,  5, 6.    Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 


'L 


The  vanity  of  man^  and  the  condefcenfion  of  God. 

ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  ? 
His  life  a  fhadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  hailing  to  the  duft. 

O  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 

Or  all  his  finful  race, 
That  God  ihould  make  it  his  concern 

To  vifit  him  with  grace  ! 

That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  down* 

Who  makes  the  world  above, 
What  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown. 

How  wondrous  is  his  love  ! 


B  b 


190  PSALMS. 

PSALM    CXLIV.     ver.  12,— 15.    Third  part. 
Long  Metre. 

Grace  above  riches  ;  or,  The  happy  nation* 

I  T  TAPPY  the  city,  where  their  fons, 
I    J    Like  piilars  round  a  palace  fet. 
And  daughters,  bright  as  polilh'd  lkr.es, 
Give  ftrength  and  beauty  to  the  ftate. 

%  Happy  the  land  in  culture  drefs'd, 

Whofe  flocks  and  corn  have  large  increafe  ; 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  reft, 

Nor  fons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd, 

But  more  divinely  bleft  are  thofe 
On  whom  the  all-fumcient  God 

Himfelf,  with  all  his  grace,  bellows. 

PSALM     CXLV.     Long  Metre. 

The  greatnefs  of  God. 

j  T\  /f"Y  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife 
JLVA    Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  : 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
'Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  fhall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
And  ev'ry  fetting  fun  fhall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thy  bounty  flows,  an  endlefs  ftream  j 
Thy  mercy  fwift,  thine  anger  flow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glory  fhine, 
And  fpeak  thy  majefty  divine  ; 

Let  ev'ry  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  found  and  honour  of  thy  name. 


PSALMS.      ,  291 

5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceliion  of  thy  praife  : 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatnefs  ail  our  thoughts  exceeds  : 
Vaft  and  unfearchable  thy  ways, 

Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife. 

PSALM  CXLV.  ver.  1,-7,  11,— 13.  Firft  park 
Common  Metre. 

The  greatnefs  of  God. 

1  T    ONG  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name, 
I  j  My  King,  my  God  of  love  ; 

My  work  and  joy  mail  be  the  fame 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  power  unknown, 

And  let  his  praife  be  great : 
I'll  fing  the  honours  of  his  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  mail  dwell  upon  my  tongue  5 

And,  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  facred  fong, 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  mall  teach  thy  name. 

And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 
Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  found  thy  praife. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
Thine  arm  of  power,  thy  heavenly  ftate, 
With  public  fplendor  mown. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands. 

Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love : 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  {lands, 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove, 


292  PSALM  S. 

PSALM    CXLV.    ver.  7,   &c.     Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  goodnefs  of  God, 

1  O  WEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
j^5  My  God,  my  heav'nly  King  5 

Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
In  founds  of  glory  fing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodnefs  to  the  fides  ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  mines,, 
And  every  want  fupplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord, 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word3 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endlefs  race, 

Thy  power  and  praife  proclaim ; 
But  faints,  that  tafte  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

PSALM  CXLV.    ver.  14,  17,  &c.     Third  parti 
Common  Metre. 

Mercy  to  fufferers  ;  or,   God  bearing  prayer, 

1  T*    ET  every  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 

L/  Thou  fovereign  Lord  of  all  ; 
Thy  flrrengthening  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 

Or  virtue  lies  diftrefs'd 
Beneath  feme  proud  oppreflbr's  frown,. 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourners  reft. 


PSALMS.  593 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  finking  days, 

And  guides  onr  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel, 

He  hears  his  children  cry, 
And  their  befl  wilhes  to  fulfil 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  fhall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fmcere  ; 
He  faves  the  fouls  whofe  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

[6  His  ftubborn  foes  his  fword  mail  flay, 
And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  $ 
But  none  that  fervQ  the  Lord  (hall  fay, 
"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain."] 

[7  My  lips  mall  dwell  upon  his  praife, 
And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God.] 

PSALM   CXLVI.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefi  and  truth, 

1  TQ  RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  fhall  joirj, 
J^      In  work  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine  \ 

Nov/  while  the  fiefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 

2  Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobleil  powers, 
-  While  immortality  endures  ; 

My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being,  lafl. 

3  Why  mould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  mufi  die  and  turn  to  duft  ; 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  power, 
And  thoughts,  all  vanifli  in  an  hour. 
B  b  2 


294  PSA  L  M  & 

4  Hzppy  the  man,  whole  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  :  he  made  the  fky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
And  none  mall  find  his  promife  vain, 

5  His  truth  forever  ftands  fecure  ; 

He  faves  th'  opprefe'd,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 
He  fends  the  lab 'ring  confcience  peace^ 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  reieafe, 

6  The  Lord  to  fight  refcores  the  blind  : 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 
He  helps  the  ftrana;er  in  diftrefs,- 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

7  He  loves  the  faints,  he  knows  them  well. 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  -9 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns, 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  {trains, 

PSALM     CXLVL     As  the  n3th  Pfalm; 

Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth. 

1  T'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 

[_  And,  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 
Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praife  mall  ne'er  be  pair, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being,  lair, 
Or  immortality  endures, 

2  Why.fhould  I  make  a  man  my  trull  ? 
Princes  mud  die  and  turn  to  duft  ; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  Hem  and  blood  ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  power, 
And  thoughts,  all  vani/h  in  an  hour  ; 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good, 

3  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  IfraePs  God:   he  made  the  fky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
His  truth  forever  (lands  fecure  ; 
He  faves  th'  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 


PSALM  S,  295 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace: 
'   He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs. 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

5  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well. 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  5 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage ; 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  drains. 

6  Pil  praife  him  while  he^lends  me  breath ; 
And,  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  mail  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paflr, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft 

Or  immortality  endures. 

PSALM   CXLVII.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre, 

The  divine  nature^  providence^  and  grace. 

iRAISE  ye  the  Lord  *  'tis  good  to  raife 

Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  : 

His  nature  and  his  works  invite 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name : 
His  mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 

He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names  : 
His  fov'reign  wifdom  knows  no  bound, 
A  deep  where  ail  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might, 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  : 
He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft. 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dult." 


296  PSALMS. 

PAUSE. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high* 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  around  the  fky; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  field  with  corn; 
The  beafts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  fkill  or  force, 
The  vig'rous  man,  the  warlike  horfe, 
The  fprightly  wit,  the  active  limb  ? 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight ; 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 

PSALM  CXLVII.  Second  part.  Long  Metre, 
Summer  and  winter, 

1  "|"    ET  Zion  praife  the  mighty  God, 

1  j  And  make  his  honours  known  abroad  ; 
For  fweet  the  joy  our  fongs  to  raife, 
And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praife. 

2  Our  children  live  fecure  and  blefs'd  ; 
Our  mores  have  peace,   our  cities  reft; 
He  feeds  our  fons  with  fineft  wheat, 
And  adds  his  bieffings  to  their  meat. 

3  The  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains  : 

His  flakes  of  mow  like  wool  he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

\  With  hoary  froft  he  (trews  the  ground ; 
His  hail  defcends  with  dreadful  found  : 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 
And  terror  arms  his  wint'ry  cold. 


PSALMS.  397 

5  He  bids  the  warmer  breezes  blow ; 
The  ice  diflblves,  the  waters  flow : 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praife. 

6  Thro'  all  our  States  his  laws  are  fhown  ; 
His  gofpel  thro'  the  nation  known ; 

He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 
To  ev'ry  land  :  Praife  ye  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXLVII.     ver.  7,-9,  13,— 1&. 
Common  Metre. 
The  feafons  of  the  year, 
%  *\\  TTTH  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud 
V V     Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  Iky. 

2  He  fends  his  fhow'rs  of  blefllng  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below ; 
He  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crowfij 
And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears  the  raven's  cry ; 
But  man,  who  tafres  his  finefb  wheat, 
Should  raife  his  honours  high. 

4  His  fteady  counfels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  ; 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  mart  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  froit,  his  fleecy  fnow, 

Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound, 

6  When,  from  his  dreadful  ftores  on  high> 

He  pours  the  founding  hail, 

The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy. 

Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 


298  PSALMS. 

7  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  mow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  : 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  fpring  return. 

8  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 
Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 


PSALM     CXLVIII.     Proper  metre, 
Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures. 

1  'X/'E  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

X      With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 

To  your  Creator's  praife. 
Ye  holy  throng 
Of  angels  bright 
In  worlds  of  light 
Begin  the  fong. 

2  Thou  fun,  with  dazzling  rays, 

And  moon,  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 

With  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 
His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

3  The  mining  worlds  above 

In  glorious  order  ftand, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move 

By  his  fupreme  command. 
He  fpake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came, 
To  praife  the  Lord. 


PSALMS.  299 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 

In  unknown  ages  pair, 
And  each  his  word  fulfils 

While  time  and  nature  laft. 
In  diiF'rent  ways 
His  works  proclaim 
His  wondrous  name, 

And  ipeak  his  praife. 

PAUSE. 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 

And  rnonfrers  of  the  deep, 
The  fiih  that  cleave  the  feas, 
Or  in  their  bofom  fleep, 
From  fea  to  more 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  ftill  difplay 

Their  Maker's  power. 

6  Ye  vapours,  hail,  and  fnow, 

Praife  ye  th'  almighty  Lord  ; 
And  ftormy  winds  that  blow 
To  execute  his  word. 

When  lightnings  fhine, 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 

Plis  hand  divine. 

7  Ye  mountains  near  the  fkies, 

With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  fize, 
-   That  fruit  in  plenty  bear ; 

Beafrs,  wild  and  tame, 
Birds,  flies,  and  worms, 
In  various  forms, 
Exalt  his  name. 

8  Ye  kings  and  judges,  fear 

The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  king  5 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  honours  ling  j 


Zoo  PSALM  S, 

Nor  let  the  dream 
Of  power  and  ftate 
Make  you  forget 

His  power  fupreme, 
9  Virgins  and  youths,  engage 

To  found  his  praife  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 

Their  feeble  voices  join. 
Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  fung 
By  ev'ry  tongue 

In  endlefs  {trains. 

ro  Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  tafte  his  love: 
While  earth  and  fky 
Attempt  his  praife, 
His  faints  fliall  raife 
His  honours  high, 

PSALM   CXLVIII.  paraphrafed.     Long  Metre. 

Univerfal  praife  to  God» 

OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 
From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell; 
Let  heaven  begin  the  folemn  word, 

And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 


L 


Note — This  Pfalm  may  be  fung  to  the  tune  of  the  old 
lllth  or  njth  Pfalm,  If  thefe  two  lines  be  added 
to  every  flanza,  viz. 

u  Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
"  But  they  can  ne'er  complete  the  praife." 

Othcrwife  it  mufl  be  fung  to  the  ufual  tunes  of  the 
Long  Metre. 


'PSALMS.  301 

2  The  Lord,  how  abfolute  he  reigns  \ 

Let  every  angel  bend  the  knee  ; 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heavenly  ftrains, 

And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 

An  awful  throne  of  fhining  blifs ; 
Fly  through  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 

How^dark  thy  beams,  compar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake,  ye  tempefb,  and  his  fame 

In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  declare  ; 
Let  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name 
Fill  every  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 

To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  lire  ~s 
Let  the  firm  earth,  and  rolling  fea 
In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 

6  Ye  flowery  plains,  proclaim  his  fkill ; 

Ye  vallies,  fink  before  his  eye  ; 
And  let  his  praife,  from  every  hill, 

Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighb'ring  fky. 

7  Ye  ftubborn  oaks,  and  {lately  pines, 

Bend  your  high  branches  and  adore  ; 
Praife  him,  ye  beafts,  in  different  ftrains  ; 
The  lamb  muft  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

8  Ye  birds,  his  praife  muft  be  your  theme, 

Who  form'd  to  fong  your  tuneful  voice  j 
While  the  dumb  fifli  that  cut  the  ftream 
In  his  protecting  care  rejoice. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 

When  nature  all  around  you  lings  ? 
O  !  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young, 

From  humble  fwains  and  lofty  kings. 

10  Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies, 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 
C  c 


302  PSALMS. 

1 1  Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glorious  word  ! 

O  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue ! 
But  faints,  who  beft  have  known  the  Lord,. 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  fong. 

12  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  ; 
From  all  below  and  all  above, 
Sing  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXLVIII.     Short  Metre. 
Univerfal  praife. 

1  "       ET  ev'ry  creature  join 

I  J  To  praife  th'  eternal  God; 
Ye  heav'nly  holts,  the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams, 

And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  Harry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wondrous  frame ; 
By  his  command  they  ftand  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  fhow'rs  of  fnow, 
Ye  thunders  murm'ring  round  the  fkies, 
His  pow'r  and  glory  mow. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpirc 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honours  be  exprefs'd, 
J3ut  faints,  that  tafte  his  faving  love, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft* 


PSaJms.  303 

:^PA  U  S  E  the  firft. 

~  %w"i  and  ocean  know 

hey  owe  their  Maker  praife  ; 
jo,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 
^Vf^tff  monfters  of  the  feas. 

U  F^om  mountains  near  the  Iky 

Let  his  high  praife  refound — ■ 

From  humble  fhrubs,  and  cedars  high, 

And  vales  and  fields  around. 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beafts  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 

And  he  expects  your  praife. 

10  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praifes  bear; 
Or  fit  on  flowery  boughs,  and  iing 
Your  Maker's  glory  there, 

11  Ye  reptile  myriads,  join 

T'  exalt  his  glorious  name, 
And  flies,  in  beauteous  forms  that  fhine, 
His  wondrous  fkill  proclaim. 

12  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 

His  honours  be  exprefs'd  ; 
But  faints,  that  know  his  heav'nly  grace, 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  beft. 

PAUSE  the  fecond. 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 

Praife  ye  th'  eternal  king— 
Tndges,  adore  that  fov'reign  hand, 
fVhence  all  your  honours  fpring. 

^mjs  youth  engage 
'His  praifes  high ; 
x,*hes  and  withering  age 
^s  try. 


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304  ■  P  S  A  L  in 

15  United  zeal  be  fhown  t 

His  wondrous  fame  to  raife  ; 
God  is  the  Lord ;  his  name  alone 
Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 

16  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  bier!, 
But  faints,  that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

PSALM     CXLIX.      Common  Metre. 

Praife  God^  all  his  faints  ;  or,   The  faints  judging  the 
world. 

1  ri    LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
X"\.  And  let  your  fongs  be  new  ; 
Amidft  the  church  with  cheerful  voice 

His  later  wonders  fhew. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  fing  ; 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife, 
While  Zion  owns  her  king. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  thejufr, 

Whom  finners  treat  with  fcorn : 
The  meek,  that  lie  defpis'd  in  dufr, 
Salvation  fhall  adorn. 

4  Saints  fhould  be  joyful  in  their  king, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed  : 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 
For  God  fhall  raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  (hall  fill  their  tongues^ 

Their  hand  fhall  wield  the  fword :         v 
And  vengeance  fhall  attend  their  fongs, 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chrift  his  judgment-feat  ^r 

And  bids  the  world  appp~ 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  "*' 
Who  humbly  lov' 


A  s.  305 

A\  iron  rod, 

.  d  rebel : 
ace  of  their  God, 
.-vioom'd  to  hell.. 

^w^-r-^al  finners,  bound  in  chains, 
-i.^&to  triumph  mail  afford  : 
bich  honour  for  the  faints  remains  : 
Praife  ye,  and  love  the  Lord. 

iPSALM    CL.    ver.  1,2,6.    Common  Metre, 
A  fong  of  praife. 

1  TN  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife, 

L  His  grace  he  there  reveals ; 
To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  facred  paffions  move, 

While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  ; 
But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 
Your  highelt  praife  exceeds. 

3  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 

Proclaim  your  Maker  blefs'd ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  foul  mail  praife  him  beft. 


THE 

CHRISTIAN  DOXOLOGY, 


Long  Metre. 

A  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
H.the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
\and  glory  giv'n 


MJn  heav'n. 


d.s. 


V 


306  PSALMS.  & 


Common  Metre. 

LE  T  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd,  / 

Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  k. 
Or  faints  to  love- the  Lord. 


Common  Metre.    Where  the  tune  Includes  twoJian%as> 

I. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd 
Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death. 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new  creating  breath. 

II. 

To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one. 

Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre, 

YE  angels,  round  the  throne, 
And  faints,  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As  the   113th  Pfalm. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n 
Thro'  all  the  worlds  where  Gc  V 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  tlr 
And  all  the  faints  \y- 


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